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The United Socialist States of New Brittonia wishes to invite all world leaders to the Prime Ministerial Palace for the Darryl Thompson Day Ball. Darryl Thompson was the founder of the Communist Party of New Brittonia and the first Prime Minister of New Brittonia. This day is a national holiday in all of Brittonia. There is some violence on this day by radicals (OOC: Picture the British losing… or winning a World Cup match) on both sides of the political spectrum. Due to this, there is increases security throughout the nation. However, the ball will be secure due to the face that four law enforcement organizations, the Epsom City Police, New Brittonian National Parks Police, New Brittonian Diplomatic Security Corps, and Red Island Regional Police. However, if you wish to bring your own security, please say so and list the amount of guards and list their weapons. The ball will be held at the Crystal Ballroom, there willl be valet parking at the entrance and escorts to show you the way to the room

Signed,
Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Sarah Lynch

OOC: Please, no bombs, or terrorist arracks, or anything like that. This will start Tuesday, so people have time to see.



List of Guests and Security Detail:
-New Brittonia-
Prime Minister David Flower
Foreign Minister Sarah Lynch
-Taerkasten-
Queen Jennifer I of Taerkasten
Princess Laura
25 Royal Guards armed with pistols
-Pan-Arab Barronia-
Chancelloress Santina Verona-Barron
General Conrad Strom
5 Imperial Guardsmen armed with submachine guns and longswords
-Vanek Drury Brieres-
Prince Vanek
-Anagor-
President
5 Guards armed with pistols
-Escolle-
Queen Mary
Thomas, the Earl of Arran & Duke of Châtellerault
3 Guards armed with pistols

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HUDSON PALACE

Dear Ms. Sarah Lynch,

The King has asked me to pass on his sincere regrets that he will not be able to attend your festivities on the date specified. Matters of state continue to occupy his time, and his duties require him to remain at hand for the foreseeable future.

However, Her Royal Majesty, Duchess of Keblos, King's Consort, Queen Jennifer I of Taerkasten and her daughter Princess Laura have expressed an interest in attending. Her Majesty was most interested to hear of your event and its significance to your nation, and in the interests of learning more about your nation and culture, as well as improving diplomatic relations between our two nations, would like to accept your most gracious invitation.

She will travel with twenty-five Royal Guards, although only five or six of them will escort her into the ball itself. The King would be most appreciative it if the security of his loved ones could be guaranteed for the duration of their stay in your great nation.

Yours sincerely,



Gregory Barnes,
Executive Secretary to the Royal Household,
Royal Kingdom of Taerkasten

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HUDSON PALACE

Dear Ms. Sarah Lynch,

The King has asked me to pass on his sincere regrets that he will not be able to attend your festivities on the date specified. Matters of state continue to occupy his time, and his duties require him to remain at hand for the foreseeable future.

However, Her Royal Majesty, Duchess of Keblos, King's Consort, Queen Jennifer I of Taerkasten and her daughter Princess Laura have expressed an interest in attending. Her Majesty was most interested to hear of your event and its significance to your nation, and in the interests of learning more about your nation and culture, as well as improving diplomatic relations between our two nations, would like to accept your most gracious invitation.

She will travel with twenty-five Royal Guards, although only five or six of them will escort her into the ball itself. The King would be most appreciative it if the security of his loved ones could be guaranteed for the duration of their stay in your great nation.

Yours sincerely,



Gregory Barnes,
Executive Secretary to the Royal Household,
Royal Kingdom of Taerkasten

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Thank you, you are accepted. We need the type and amount of weapons the guards will be bringing. Have a nice day.

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Kevin Lynch

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HUDSON PALACE

Dear Mr. Kevin Lynch,

Royal Guards carry assault rifles as standard, but for occasions such as this rarely carry anything larger than a concealable personal defence weapon. Most of them will have only side-arms, as your nation is well-known and we trust in your ability to maintain security.

Yours sincerely,



Gregory Barnes,
Executive Secretary to the Royal Household,
Royal Kingdom of Taerkasten

Thank you, you have been accepted.

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Kevin Lynch

OOC: All can come

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Dear Ms. Lynch,

In regards to your recent public invitation, we would be honoured to attend The Darryl Thompson Ball.

I will be attending in person, along with General Conrad Strom, of the Barronian Council for Defense and Warfare.

Accompanying us will be 5 Imperial Guardsmen, armed with submachine guns and longswords.

We await your reply with great anticipation.

Yours,

Santina Verona-Barron
Chancelloress of The Magisterium of Pan-Arab Barronia

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Dear Ms. Lynch,

In regards to your recent public invitation, we would be honoured to attend The Darryl Thompson Ball.

I will be attending in person, along with General Conrad Strom, of the Barronian Council for Defense and Warfare.

Accompanying us will be 5 Imperial Guardsmen, armed with submachine guns and longswords.

We await your reply with great anticipation.

Yours,

Santina Verona-Barron
Chancelloress of The Magisterium of Pan-Arab Barronia

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Thank you. You and your guards have been accepted to the ball.

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Kevin Lynch

Dear Ms. Sarah Lynch of New Brittonia,

We here in the VDB wish to send a delegate to your Darryl Thompson Ball. He does not need security and wishes to have his arriving vehicle parked outside of the building containing the Crystal Ballroom. The delegate named is Prince Thomas Vanek. We also wish to inform you he has... certain dietary restrictions that will be taken care of. We just wish to inform you of them.

Signed,

The Princes of the VDB

Dear Ms. Sarah Lynch of New Brittonia,

We here in the VDB wish to send a delegate to your Darryl Thompson Ball. He does not need security and wishes to have his arriving vehicle parked outside of the building containing the Crystal Ballroom. The delegate named is Prince Thomas Vanek. We also wish to inform you he has... certain dietary restrictions that will be taken care of. We just wish to inform you of them.

Signed,

The Princes of the VDB

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Thank you for sending your prince. New Brittonia is a multicultural society, with many religions and beliefs, each with their own dietary restrictions, including those with medical conditions that have restrictions also. He is accepted but we wish to have more knowledge on his condition.

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New BrittoniaKevin Lynch

OOC: I know but from the Ministry's perspective, they don't know.

TO: New Brittonia


We will be attending the Darryl Thompson Ball and The President and his family himself will be attending with 5 guards and when be carrying assualt rifles but will not be on them at the ball and they will be armed with pistols and Self-defense Techniques at the ball.
also i would like to know if children are allowed to attend or Will they be put in a different area any provision is good on our part

TO: New Brittonia


We will be attending the Darryl Thompson Ball and The President and his family himself will be attending with 5 guards and when be carrying assualt rifles but will not be on them at the ball and they will be armed with pistols and Self-defense Techniques at the ball.
also i would like to know if children are allowed to attend or Will they be put in a different area any provision is good on our part

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Your President is acceoted to go to the ball. On the subject of children, children are not forbidden to come. However, alcohol will be served there. Also, there is no specified childrens area. We wish that any children coming know manners and respect and generally follow the rules of society.

Sogned,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Kevin Lynch

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Thank you for sending your prince. New Brittonia is a multicultural society, with many religions and beliefs, each with their own dietary restrictions, including those with medical conditions that have restrictions also. He is accepted but we wish to have more knowledge on his condition.

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New BrittoniaKevin Lynch

OOC: I know but from the Ministry's perspective, they don't know.

OOC: I know you know that I know that you know... :confused: Whatever. :D

SIC:

Dear Kevin Lynch,

We hope for you to keep these extremely confidential, but Prince Vanek is a vampire. Yes, a real live vampire. However, he carries you-know-what with him at all times, to avail the you-know-what need. He has never cracked before, and has attended several balls like this. Like one in the very strict British Londinium.

Signed,

The Princes of the VDB

From the Desk of Her Majesty, Mary, Queen of the Ecollais

The announcement of the Darryl Thompson Ball has even reached the ears of distant Ecolle. While we are but a meager nation, with few enemies, and even fewer friends, we recognize that this would be an important event to branch out the relations of Ecolle.

As such, both her majesty, Queen Mary, and her grandfather, his grace, Thomas, the Earl of Arran & Duke of Châtellerault shall attend.

We shall bring only three honor guards, equipped with pistols. We believe that New Brittonia will have excessive enough defense as to prevent anything horrible occuring.

Signed,
Mary,
Reine Ecollaise

OOC: I know you know that I know that you know... :confused: Whatever. :D

SIC:

Dear Kevin Lynch,

We hope for you to keep these extremely confidential, but Prince Vanek is a vampire. Yes, a real live vampire. However, he carries you-know-what with him at all times, to avail the you-know-what need. He has never cracked before, and has attended several balls like this. Like one in the very strict British Londinium.

Signed,

The Princes of the VDB

OOC: LOL. I hope that IC you're not that confusing.


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Thank you. This will remain confidential. We were under the assumption that you were a diabetic.

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Kevin Lynch

From the Desk of Her Majesty, Mary, Queen of the Ecollais

The announcement of the Darryl Thompson Ball has even reached the ears of distant Ecolle. While we are but a meager nation, with few enemies, and even fewer friends, we recognize that this would be an important event to branch out the relations of Ecolle.

As such, both her majesty, Queen Mary, and her grandfather, his grace, Thomas, the Earl of Arran & Duke of Châtellerault shall attend.

We shall bring only three honor guards, equipped with pistols. We believe that New Brittonia will have excessive enough defense as to prevent anything horrible occuring.

Signed,
Mary,
Reine Ecollaise

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Thank you. New Brittonia welcomes new nations to the world with open arms. You are welcomed to the ball. New Brittonia hopes that this will establish fruitful relations with both nations.

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Kevin Lynch

OOC: LOL. I hope that IC you're not that confusing.

:p

:p

OOC: thanks. . . uhhh bump, tg's VDB

last bump, i'm working on the first post right now

OOC: RP your guy coming in now
A black Bell 206 Epsom City Police helicopter flew over the post-modern Prime Minister’s Palace. About every police officer in Epsom was either here or on duty, looking out for any violence on the streets.

Wearing his red tuxedo, David Flower's Chief of Staff Jeffrey Thompson stood in front of the entrance to the palace, the valet parkers leaning next to a small shed used to hold the keys. Forty members of the New Brittonian military were lined in formation, organized like so: Army, Navy, Coast Guard, Marine Corps, Air Force. Jeffery clapped his hands, signaling that it was time for everyone to get ready.

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“What a dump. I could expect nothing better from filthy rabble-rousing communists.”

The Earl of Arran, dressed in his finest military uniform sporting an array of medals was hardly pleased to be attending the ball. The first event of Mary’s reign, and it was a goddamned socialist rally! What sort of message would Mary be sending to the radical underground politicians, by attending such a thing? Despite his protests, Arran realized, that even if the queen was his granddaughter, he had sworn an oath to serve the monarchy. Arran thus resigned himself to escorting the queen, although his comments were certainly rude enough.

“Enough, papa.” Mary replied slightly. “We needn’t offend our guests—Ecolle needs only friends at this time.”

Even though she was young, Mary looked stunning in a Poiret gown of gold and pale blue. Bedecked with lace and silk, Mary wore about her neck the national treasure of Ecolle, a golden pendant with a diamond pressed into it’s center, along with an array of rings and pearl drop earrings.

“Mademoiselle, I wish you’d rethink your dress…”

“The Socialists will only view it as capitalist indulgence…”

“Do you do the monarchy any favors by showing off it’s extravagant wealth in a land where such things are frowned upon?”

Yet the giddy girl within Mary had won over the Lords of the Article, and Mary had been free to wear as extravagant as a costume as she desired. In hand with her elderly grandfather, they were one of the first to arrive before Jeffery Thompson.

“Monsieur,” Mary replied, extending her hand to be kissed. “It is an honor to meet you, and to finally see your nation.”

Quite promptly, as was typical of the Taerkast people in general but the royalty in particular, the royal plane, a 747-inspired luxury hotel in the air named simply 'Sovereign', touched down on the designated runway exactly ahead of schedule. The fifteen-hour trip had been quite gruelling on the passengers who resided within, but thankfully such luxury was afforded to them that sleep was more of a by-product than anything. Shortly after its landing, a tall, hesitant woman stepped towards the closed doorway while some mobile stairs were being moved into position, tugging at her extravagant jewellery nervously. It was... infrequent at the best of times that she left Taerkasten, to say nothing of leaving alone. As the doors opened, her Royal Guards dissuaded her from her hesitation, reminding her politely that they had a timetable to keep to.

Royal Guards, twenty-five of them, dressed in their splendid black uniforms adorned with golden sashes and highlights, golden shoulder epaulette, and their glossy black and gold combination caps, escorted Her Majesty down the staircase with great care, as the long, elegant red gown she had chosen to wear put her at risk of falling down. The woman's long, glossy, jet-black hair hung loose around her shoulders and began to flutter in the wind slightly as she clasped her arms around her chest in sudden acknowledgement of the chilly temperatures here, compared to her home in Taerkasten at the least. Immediately, one of her fifteen Guards passed her a fine silk wrap-around to don, which diminished the cold somewhat but not a great deal.

As she reached the ground, a second woman emerged, apparently in her mid to late teens. Wearing an understated green dress, and wearing her long, brown hair in a similar fashion to the taller woman, she seemed more defiant of the guards' attentions, shrugging off their attempts to help her down the staircase and refusing the offer of a similar wrap-around. As she reached the floor, she took the hand of the taller woman as the Guards escorted them to what appeared to be the welcoming committee.

"Hail," spoke one of the guards, whose chest bore more golden stars than the other guards, signifying rank. "It is my pleasure to introduce Her Royal Majesty, Duchess of Keblos, King's Consort, Queen Jennifer I of Taerkasten, and her daughter, heir apparent, Princess Laura. We are in attendance for the Imperial Ball, and apologise that our acknowledgement of your invitation was not dispatched properly."

The Greal defence minsiter will be attending the Ball.

To: The Foreign Ministry or Equivalent of New Brittonia

We apologize for the delay at responding to your invitation. We have had several....issues... in the Incorporated States of Tromek and could not respond in a timely matter.

I, unfortunately, cannot make it, as business affairs are consuming my time. However, my son, Sam Causann, will be attending, with your permission of course.

He is on route now, and we look forward to your positive answer.

Vergil Causann
CEO of Tromek Federal Corp.
The Incorporated States of Tromek

The Greal defence minsiter will be attending the Ball.



You are welcome to attend

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New BrittoniaKevin Lynch

Quite promptly, as was typical of the Taerkast people in general but the royalty in particular, the royal plane, a 747-inspired luxury hotel in the air named simply 'Sovereign', touched down on the designated runway exactly ahead of schedule. The fifteen-hour trip had been quite gruelling on the passengers who resided within, but thankfully such luxury was afforded to them that sleep was more of a by-product than anything. Shortly after its landing, a tall, hesitant woman stepped towards the closed doorway while some mobile stairs were being moved into position, tugging at her extravagant jewellery nervously. It was... infrequent at the best of times that she left Taerkasten, to say nothing of leaving alone. As the doors opened, her Royal Guards dissuaded her from her hesitation, reminding her politely that they had a timetable to keep to.

Royal Guards, twenty-five of them, dressed in their splendid black uniforms adorned with golden sashes and highlights, golden shoulder epaulette, and their glossy black and gold combination caps, escorted Her Majesty down the staircase with great care, as the long, elegant red gown she had chosen to wear put her at risk of falling down. The woman's long, glossy, jet-black hair hung loose around her shoulders and began to flutter in the wind slightly as she clasped her arms around her chest in sudden acknowledgement of the chilly temperatures here, compared to her home in Taerkasten at the least. Immediately, one of her fifteen Guards passed her a fine silk wrap-around to don, which diminished the cold somewhat but not a great deal.

As she reached the ground, a second woman emerged, apparently in her mid to late teens. Wearing an understated green dress, and wearing her long, brown hair in a similar fashion to the taller woman, she seemed more defiant of the guards' attentions, shrugging off their attempts to help her down the staircase and refusing the offer of a similar wrap-around. As she reached the floor, she took the hand of the taller woman as the Guards escorted them to what appeared to be the welcoming committee.

"Hail," spoke one of the guards, whose chest bore more golden stars than the other guards, signifying rank. "It is my pleasure to introduce Her Royal Majesty, Duchess of Keblos, King's Consort, Queen Jennifer I of Taerkasten, and her daughter, heir apparent, Princess Laura. We are in attendance for the Imperial Ball, and apologise that our acknowledgement of your invitation was not dispatched properly."

"Thank you", Jeffrey Thompson said, "Please allow one of one of our guards to escort you into the ball and our valet to park your car."

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A blue Mitsubishi 380 rolled through the service entrance to the Palace. It parked in one employee parking lot. A clean cut man with a white shirt and a black tie, attire for waiters, walked out of the car and entered the doors. No one suspected a thing.

To: The Foreign Ministry or Equivalent of New Brittonia

We apologize for the delay at responding to your invitation. We have had several....issues... in the Incorporated States of Tromek and could not respond in a timely matter.

I, unfortunately, cannot make it, as business affairs are consuming my time. However, my son, Sam Causann, will be attending, with your permission of course.

He is on route now, and we look forward to your positive answer.

Vergil Causann
CEO of Tromek Federal Corp.
The Incorporated States of Tromek

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You are very welcome to attend.

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Kevin Lynch

“What a dump. I could expect nothing better from filthy rabble-rousing communists.”

The Earl of Arran, dressed in his finest military uniform sporting an array of medals was hardly pleased to be attending the ball. The first event of Mary’s reign, and it was a goddamned socialist rally! What sort of message would Mary be sending to the radical underground politicians, by attending such a thing? Despite his protests, Arran realized, that even if the queen was his granddaughter, he had sworn an oath to serve the monarchy. Arran thus resigned himself to escorting the queen, although his comments were certainly rude enough.

“Enough, papa.” Mary replied slightly. “We needn’t offend our guests—Ecolle needs only friends at this time.”

Even though she was young, Mary looked stunning in a Poiret gown of gold and pale blue. Bedecked with lace and silk, Mary wore about her neck the national treasure of Ecolle, a golden pendant with a diamond pressed into it’s center, along with an array of rings and pearl drop earrings.

“Mademoiselle, I wish you’d rethink your dress…”

“The Socialists will only view it as capitalist indulgence…”

“Do you do the monarchy any favors by showing off it’s extravagant wealth in a land where such things are frowned upon?”

Yet the giddy girl within Mary had won over the Lords of the Article, and Mary had been free to wear as extravagant as a costume as she desired. In hand with her elderly grandfather, they were one of the first to arrive before Jeffery Thompson.

“Monsieur,” Mary replied, extending her hand to be kissed. “It is an honor to meet you, and to finally see your nation.”

Jeffery noticed, and having previously worked with royalty lightly kissed her hand.

"Welcome to the Darryl Thompson Ball, your magesty. Do you wish to have a gusrd escort you in or your car parked?", he said.

OOC: Going to bed

The Queen shook her head lightly.

“A guard escort would suit me fine. My grandfather and I have only recently arrived from Ecolle, I’m afraid we have no car or other object to be parked. Nevertheless, we are eager to see the festivities that your nation has planned. I’m sure it will be an enlightening experience.”

The Queen shook her head lightly.

“A guard escort would suit me fine. My grandfather and I have only recently arrived from Ecolle, I’m afraid we have no car or other object to be parked. Nevertheless, we are eager to see the festivities that your nation has planned. I’m sure it will be an enlightening experience.”

"Thank you.", he gestured to a man wearing a white military dress uniform. The man walked up to the queen and her grandfather and extended his arm for her to grab it.

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The Greal Minister of Defence arrived at the ball.

The Greal Minister of Defence arrived at the ball.

"Hello", Jeffery said to the Minister, "Do you wish to have an escort into the building?"

"No thank you, I have a escort already."said the Minister of Defence Jason Park.

"No thank you, I have a escort already."said the Minister of Defence Jason Park.

"Welcome to the ball then."

OOC if you don't mind skipping sending a letter saying he showing up i'll send my usely four mains here

Json walked through the doors into the Ball.

OOC if you don't mind skipping sending a letter saying he showing up i'll send my usely four mains here

OOC: You may
Json walked through the doors into the Ball.

A tall man with a black tuxedo and red hair said,
"Hell, Prime Minister David Flower. Glad you could make it."

"Thanks, I'm Jason Park, Defence Minister of Greal."said Jason

The private jet from Tromek arrived at the New Britonia airport late, with various ads plastered on the side. As soon as the plane skidded to a stop, the door opened and a comely young man in his early twenties descended the steps. He had on the best clothes money could buy and combed back black hair.

He looked around at obvious disdain at the Communist country he found himself in. Why would father send me to this obviously inferior country to learn? What could Communists possibly know about turning a profit? With a shrug, he pasted a smile on his face and walked toward the line of soldiers waiting for him.

after driving from the airport where the IAF C5 had landed the HMMWV was Parked and Emperor Carlos Wesker of The Shadow Empire of Imperial (MT) gets out of the front left side passenger seat wearing full Imperial military formal uniform which includes a sword and a Dragoon Combat Pistol in a Thigh holster

getting out from the right hand drivers side still in full combat after getting told they where going to a ball when he was in the field training was Colonel David Scott

David shoulders his Imperial Anudis Assult Rifle then opens the back right hand door of the HMMWV to let out Major Tasha and Cindy Scott both of who were wearing Royal Chinese Mini Dress one in red and the other in black

"looking sexy as usely"said David to them as he check his Dragoon Combat Pistol in his Thigh holster was on safety

"Thank you", Jeffrey Thompson said, "Please allow one of one of our guards to escort you into the ball and our valet to park your car."

The guard looked back at the large plane they had arrived in, and then looked toward the Brittonian named Thompson once more. "You can have a valet park it if you'd like, but... I am not sure if it would fit in a parking space."

Jennifer waved her gloved hand in dismissal at the sarcastic guard. "Oh do behave," she snapped. "We would be glad for your guards to escort us to the ball, although as one can see, we have no automobile in which to travel."

A blue Mitsubishi 380 rolled through the service entrance to the Palace. It parked in one employee parking lot. A clean cut man with a white shirt and a black tie, attire for waiters, walked out of the car and entered the doors. No one suspected a thing.

OOC: Not planning on blowing anyone up, I hope? :p

Two Barronian planes sidled up to the ramp, engines winding down. As the Chancelloress walked down the stairs, she saw the VLT L8 roll out of the rear of the other plane.

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The Barronians pulled up to the front of the building, dual flags fluttering in the breeze. A soldier, though not apparently one at first until one saw the precision in his movements, steps out of the car. Dressed in a navy-blue uniform, with peaked cap, silver maltese cross as the badge, and a navy cape, the soldier opened the door for the Chancelloress.

Dressed in a pink gown with white bodice, and a long, translucent red scarf around her neck, she approached the Prime Minister, General Strom just behind her.

"Minister Flower, I presume?"

Telegram to the Government of New Brittonia

Freut Mich. The USSZ would like to send ex-Marshal of the USSZ Justin Cole to the Darryl Thompson Ball. He will be arriving via a Tupolev 114. He will be arriving with 5 members of the 666th Spetsnaz Airborne Division for security. They will be armed with .40 cal USP pistols, standard issue for the SA. We will entrust the further security of Grand Commissar Cole to your security forces.

Vielen Danke,

Major Mikhail Lonieda, Marshal of the USSZ

A Bugatti Veyron (http://www.dezinerfolio.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/bugatti_veyron_hires.jpg) blasted towards the location of the Darryl Thompson ball. With a burnout that turned exactly 180 degrees, the car parked into a parallel parking spot. A man walked out, and noticed the gathering in front of the ballroom. "Hello, I am Prince Thomas Vanek of the VDB."

"Thanks, I'm Jason Park, Defence Minister of Greal."said Jason

"Thank you", the Prime Minister said, "Welcome to the ball, I will speak a bit, after that it is

The private jet from Tromek arrived at the New Britonia airport late, with various ads plastered on the side. As soon as the plane skidded to a stop, the door opened and a comely young man in his early twenties descended the steps. He had on the best clothes money could buy and combed back black hair.

He looked around at obvious disdain at the Communist country he found himself in. Why would father send me to this obviously inferior country to learn? What could Communists possibly know about turning a profit? With a shrug, he pasted a smile on his face and walked toward the line of soldiers waiting for him.

"Hello", a man said with the most polite voice, "I am Prime Minister Flower's Chief of Stiff Jeffery Thompson. Do you wish to have an escort inside?"

after driving from the airport where the IAF C5 had landed the HMMWV was Parked and Emperor Carlos Wesker of The Shadow Empire of Imperial (MT) gets out of the front left side passenger seat wearing full Imperial military formal uniform which includes a sword and a Dragoon Combat Pistol in a Thigh holster

getting out from the right hand drivers side still in full combat after getting told they where going to a ball when he was in the field training was Colonel David Scott

David shoulders his Imperial Anudis Assult Rifle then opens the back right hand door of the HMMWV to let out Major Tasha and Cindy Scott both of who were wearing Royal Chinese Mini Dress one in red and the other in black

"looking sexy as usely"said David to them as he check his Dragoon Combat Pistol in his Thigh holster was on safety

OOC what David is in when told they was going to a ball with carlos
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"Hello", a man said with the most polite voice, "I am Prime Minister Flower's Chief of Stiff Jeffery Thompson. Do you wish to have an escort inside?"


The guard looked back at the large plane they had arrived in, and then looked toward the Brittonian named Thompson once more. "You can have a valet park it if you'd like, but... I am not sure if it would fit in a parking space."

Jennifer waved her gloved hand in dismissal at the sarcastic guard. "Oh do behave," she snapped. "We would be glad for your guards to escort us to the ball, although as one can see, we have no automobile in which to travel."



OOC: Not planning on blowing anyone up, I hope? :p

OOC: No. . . personal matter
"Okay", Jeffery said as he motioned to a middle eastern man with a dark green uniform, "Please let him show you the way to the ballroom.", Jeffery said.

Two Barronian planes sidled up to the ramp, engines winding down. As the Chancelloress walked down the stairs, she saw the VLT L8 roll out of the rear of the other plane.

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The Barronians pulled up to the front of the building, dual flags fluttering in the breeze. A soldier, though not apparently one at first until one saw the precision in his movements, steps out of the car. Dressed in a navy-blue uniform, with peaked cap, silver maltese cross as the badge, and a navy cape, the soldier opened the door for the Chancelloress.

Dressed in a pink gown with white bodice, and a long, translucent red scarf around her neck, she approached the Prime Minister, General Strom just behind her.

"Minister Flower, I presume?"

"Yes", he said, "and you are?", with a sincere voice.

Telegram to the Government of New Brittonia

Freut Mich. The USSZ would like to send ex-Marshal of the USSZ Justin Cole to the Darryl Thompson Ball. He will be arriving via a Tupolev 114. He will be arriving with 5 members of the 666th Spetsnaz Airborne Division for security. They will be armed with .40 cal USP pistols, standard issue for the SA. We will entrust the further security of Grand Commissar Cole to your security forces.

Vielen Danke,

Major Mikhail Lonieda, Marshal of the USSZ

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You are welcome to come

Signed,
Deputy Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New BrittoniaKevin Lynch

A Bugatti Veyron (http://www.dezinerfolio.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/bugatti_veyron_hires.jpg) blasted towards the location of the Darryl Thompson ball. With a burnout that turned exactly 180 degrees, the car parked into a parallel parking spot. A man walked out, and noticed the gathering in front of the ballroom. "Hello, I am Prince Thomas Vanek of the VDB."

Jeffery said,
"Welcome, do you wish an escort in, and please never speed in New Brittonia, especially in here at this particular time."

"Hello", a man said with the most polite voice, "I am Prime Minister Flower's Chief of Stiff Jeffery Thompson. Do you wish to have an escort inside?"


"why on earth do i need one when the building just there"said Carlos pointing at it
"and if someone jumps at me he will deal with them" Carols add pointing to David who was talking to the girls

"why on earth do i need one when the building just there"said Carlos pointing at it
"and if someone jumps at me he will deal with them" Carols add pointing to David who was talking to the girls

"Do direct you to the Crystal Ballroom, sir."

"Do direct you to the Crystal Ballroom, sir."

"guide is better word next time we meet as escort only has two meaning to us armed and the other"said Carlos

OOC hope i don't forget before i note it down
link post has Rifle and Combat Pistol
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12874104&postcount=3

Jason decided to walk around a little. He had a Glock with him just in case anything happened, the last time he went to a ball was a disater.

as Carlos talk to someone David was busy talking to his two Wifes

"this month long training is keeping us sharpe"said David as Tasha straighten his Sword Bayonet so it look fine for when they go in
"hey it was fine"asid Tasha
"no it need to be straighten "said Cindy to him as she doses the same thing to his military rucksack
"fine"he said back to them

"guide is better word next time we meet as escort only has two meaning to us armed and the other"said Carlos

OOC hope i don't forget before i note it down
link post has Rifle and Combat Pistol
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12874104&postcount=3

"Well then, do you wish to have a guide in?"

Jason decided to walk around a little. He had a Glock with him just in case anything happened, the last time he went to a ball was a disater.

A man with red hair and a black tuxedo sid,
"Prime Minister David Flower."

"Well then, do you wish to have a guide in?"



A man with red hair and a black tuxedo sid,
"Prime Minister David Flower."

"Hello minister, its a pleasure to meet you at last."

"Yes", he said, "and you are?", with a sincere voice.

"Of course, where are my manners. Chancelloress Verona-Barron, Pan-Arab Barronia, although most call me Santina. My accompanier is General Conrad Strom. I must say, a lovely country you have here Minister..."

"Well then, do you wish to have a guide in?"


"No ,using our better hearing we can find it by the music"said Carlos then goes inside after the other three

"50 at he would faint if i shapeshifted"said David

"Hello minister, its a pleasure to meet you at last."

"Thank you. It is great that you came here. New Britttonia is not that elusive of a place, however."

"Of course, where are my manners. Chancelloress Verona-Barron, Pan-Arab Barronia, although most call me Santina. My accompanier is General Conrad Strom. I must say, a lovely country you have here Minister..."

"Thank you Madame Chancelloress. I do try to make spruce uo the place on occasion."

"No ,using our better hearing we can find it by the music"said Carlos then goes inside after the other three

"50 at he would faint if i shapeshifted"said David

"As you wish", Jefffrey said.

"Thank you. It is great that you came here. New Britttonia is not that elusive of a place, however."




"So how is your nation doing?"asked Jason

"So how is your nation doing?"asked Jason

"Brittonia... great. It is a great time for Brittonia, we're enjoying a higher standard of living then ever before. It is a perfect time for such celebration."

"maristo aluin ulu tlu nrunnin"said David as they stand in the Crystal Ballroom

"i know you be much happier back in the field or spending time with those having vith but your here to stand watch"said Carlos

"maristo aluin ulu tlu nrunnin"said David as they stand in the Crystal Ballroom

"i know you be much happier back in the field or spending time with those having vith but your here to stand watch"said Carlos

A red haired man wearing a black tuxedo extended his hand and said,
"Prime Minister David Flower."

A red haired man wearing a black tuxedo extended his hand and said,
"Prime Minister David Flower."

"Emperor Carlos Wesker and yes your hand is some what crushed "said Carlos taking the hand

"Emperor Carlos Wesker and yes your hand is some what crushed "said Carlos taking the hand

"Errr. . . thank you. Welcome to New Brittonia, I hope that you ogot a good impression."

"Errr. . . thank you. Welcome to New Brittonia, I hope that you ogot a good impression."

"of what .i was to busy looking a paper work to see a thing and so was the to ladys next to David "said Carlos

"banning of hand shaking of outsiders be a good idea to bring up as we putting to many poeple into plaster casts"said Tasha

"here that Vamp is here too"said David

""of what you i was to busy looking a paper work to see a thing and so was the to ladys next to David "said Carlos

"banning of hand shaking of outsiders be a good idea to bring up as we putting to many poeple into plaster casts"said Tasha

"here that Vamp is here too"said David

"Well then, I think that is interesting. I do hope you will spend some time in New Brittonia instead of leaving immediately."

"

"Well then, I think that is interesting. I do hope you will spend some time in New Brittonia instead of leaving immediately."

"Tasha we just need to relax our strength that all"said David to her

"we only have the badysitter for the night"said Cindy to the Prime Minister

"Tasha we just need to relax our strength that all"said David to her

"we only have the badysitter for the night"said Cindy to the Prime Minister

"I'm sorry. Thank you for coming, though."

"I'm sorry. Thank you for coming, though."

"we could fly them out if we had somewhere they can sleep and bring the wolf and german shepherd to keep watch on them saving needing to bring troops to watch them"said Carlos as he thinks

"we could fly them out if we had somewhere they can sleep and bring the wolf and german shepherd to keep watch on them saving needing to bring troops to watch them"said Carlos as he thinks

"Is this a metaphor?", David said
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The man wih the brown hair walked in the kitchen. He arrainged a tray of eclairs and on all of them he sprinkled some light beige powder on them.

Rather late in to the ball, a group of Vetalians, five Imperial Guard soldiers and two officials, entered the palace and approached the assembled guests. The Guards scouted the room briefly while the Vetalian officials waited patiently for them to finish. Upon determining their security, the officials entered the party proper.

The two men, strikingly pale and slim due to a lifetime free from manual labor, were dressed in staggeringly expensive white tie, hand tailored from the finest materials in Vetalia. Their cufflinks were made of solid platinum inlaid with onyx, each costing more than 5,000 rubles, a month's salary for the average citizen. The first of them extended a pale hand, perfectly maintained and softened from years of self-indulgent living.

"Our apologies for being late, but the Praetor is otherwise involved in a diplomatic mission to Uiri. As a result, the government has dispatched us to represent our country at this ball. I am Proconsul Eveginy Alabayev from the Ministry of State..."

"And I am Proconsul Vladimir Trepov from the Ministry of Trade. Pleasure to meet you, Prime Minister." He likewise extended his hand, making an effort to display his expensive ring and perfectly manicured fingers.

Rather late in to the ball, a group of Vetalians, five Imperial Guard soldiers and two officials, entered the palace and approached the assembled guests. The Guards scouted the room briefly while the Vetalian officials waited patiently for them to finish. Upon determining their security, the officials entered the party proper.

The two men, strikingly pale and slim due to a lifetime free from manual labor, were dressed in staggeringly expensive white tie, hand tailored from the finest materials in Vetalia. Their cufflinks were made of solid platinum inlaid with onyx, each costing more than 5,000 rubles, a month's salary for the average citizen. The first of them extended a pale hand, perfectly maintained and softened from years of self-indulgent living.

"Our apologies for being late, but the Praetor is otherwise involved in a diplomatic mission to Uiri. As a result, the government has dispatched us to represent our country at this ball. I am Proconsul Eveginy Alabayev from the Ministry of State..."

"And I am Proconsul Vladimir Trepov from the Ministry of Trade. Pleasure to meet you, Prime Minister." He likewise extended his hand, making an effort to display his expensive ring and perfectly manicured fingers.

The Prime Minister noticed the gaudy man, however he did not take much notice to excesses, remembering where he came from.

"Thank you, Prime Minister David Flower, to my right is Foreign Minister Sarah Lynch."

The Prime Minister noticed the gaudy man, however he did not take much notice to excesses, remembering where he came from.

"Thank you, Prime Minister David Flower, to my right is Foreign Minister Sarah Lynch."

"It is a pleasure to meet you both. So, to begin, how are things in New Brittonia?" Alabayev said, displaying an amicable smile.

The Proconsul of Trade eyed the rest of the attendees carefully, scouting for any potential fellow trade officials. Perhaps there were yet opportunities to be had...these countries were hardly impoverished, judging from their appearance and behavior.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both. So, to begin, how are things in New Brittonia?" Alabayev said, displaying an amicable smile.

The Proconsul of Trade eyed the rest of the attendees carefully, scouting for any potential fellow trade officials. Perhaps there were yet opportunities to be had...these countries were hardly impoverished, judging from their appearance and behavior.

"Well, in my opinion, I would think that they are going very well. Domestically, I am striving for greater economic prosperity, as well as equal rights throughout Brittonia, particulary for non-human sentients. Internationally, I am using New Brittonia's wealth and neutrality to spread the equality I try to achieve at home."

OOC: I thought I RPed my guy talking to the welcoming Brittonian, but I guess not. This is picking up from a post by NB on page 4.

IC:

"I am sorry, it's just a bit of a habit." Prince Thomas Vanek saw the guys from Imperial Isa and scowled.

"Well, in my opinion, I would think that they are going very well. Domestically, I am striving for greater economic prosperity, as well as equal rights throughout Brittonia, particulary for non-human sentients. Internationally, I am using New Brittonia's wealth and neutrality to spread the equality I try to achieve at home."

"That's good to hear. The same is true in Vetalia, especially in the colonies...we're building a brand new trade city off of the coast of Makaar. 300 square kilometers, in fact. All it took was promising Makaar we would not provide nuclear aid to Cynapsia."

"Is this a metaphor?", David said
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The man wih the brown hair walked in the kitchen. He arrainged a tray of eclairs and on all of them he sprinkled some light beige powder on them.
"try planing as you think ,now dose this Palace have a spare bedroom with a large bed,if so we can stray longer by flying out my four kids"said David


"I am sorry, it's just a bit of a habit." Prince Thomas Vanek saw the guys from Imperial Isa and scowled.

OOC VDB i told you before it's Imperial when i'am MT or do you want a Emperor Class Battleship station above you

"Brittonia... great. It is a great time for Brittonia, we're enjoying a higher standard of living then ever before. It is a perfect time for such celebration."

"Same thing with us. So is this your first ball?"

OOC: Sorry for my tardiness, milord! I had a rather unfortunate pavement-related accident on my bike a short while ago, and haven't really felt like posting. If I'm too late now, by all means tell me as much!

"Okay", Jeffery said as he motioned to a middle eastern man with a dark green uniform, "Please let him show you the way to the ballroom.", Jeffery said.

The Guard captain, virtually luminous with the amount of golden highlights his black uniform was adorned with, was about to speak when the gloved hand of the Queen prompted him to quickly move aside as she stepped forward.

"'Twould be our pleasure, good sir," she said, in a femine, yet authoritative voice laced with a bizarre accent that was part received pronunciation, part Spanish. "Sincerest apologies for the quantity of Guards, but one's husband is somewhat... overprotective."

OOC: I thought I RPed my guy talking to the welcoming Brittonian, but I guess not. This is picking up from a post by NB on page 4.

IC:

"I am sorry, it's just a bit of a habit." Prince Thomas Vanek saw the guys from Imperial Isa and scowled.

"Sir, you are welcome to enter the ball, do you want an escort?"

"That's good to hear. The same is true in Vetalia, especially in the colonies...we're building a brand new trade city off of the coast of Makaar. 300 square kilometers, in fact. All it took was promising Makaar we would not provide nuclear aid to Cynapsia."

"Well, that is good. I do hope that there are less, not more nukes in the world."

"try planing as you think ,now dose this Palace have a spare bedroom with a large bed,if so we can stray longer by flaying out my four kids"said David




OOC VDB i told you before it's Imperial when i'am MT or do you want a Emperor Class Battleship station above you

OOC: Over me or him?

"We have many spare rooms."

"Same thing with us. So is this your first ball?"

"It is the first one I have hosted. I have hosted many political conferences, most recently, my human rights conference. I am planning on hosting a Non-Human Sentient rights conference in Epsom University after this ball."

OOC: Sorry for my tardiness, milord! I had a rather unfortunate pavement-related accident on my bike a short while ago, and haven't really felt like posting. If I'm too late now, by all means tell me as much!



The Guard captain, virtually luminous with the amount of golden highlights his black uniform was adorned with, was about to speak when the gloved hand of the Queen prompted him to quickly move aside as she stepped forward.

"'Twould be our pleasure, good sir," she said, in a femine, yet authoritative voice laced with a bizarre accent that was part received pronunciation, part Spanish. "Sincerest apologies for the quantity of Guards, but one's husband is somewhat... overprotective."

OOC: It's all right
"It is all right", Jeffery said as the escort directed them to the Crystal Ballroom.

OOC VDB i told you before it's Imperial when i'am MT or do you want a Emperor Class Battleship station above you

OOC: Sorry. That's kind of a really generic name though!

"Sir, you are welcome to enter the ball, do you want an escort?"

"Thank you, I can proceed into the ball myself, sir. The offer was very kind. Where is Prime Minister Flower?"

OOC: Sorry. That's kind of a really generic name though!



"Thank you, I can proceed into the ball myself, sir. The offer was very kind. Where is Prime Minister Flower?"

A red haired man wearing a black tuxedo said while extending his hand,
"Welcome to the Darry; Thompson Ball, I'm Prime Minister David Flower."

"Well, that is good. I do hope that there are less, not more nukes in the world."

"Yes, we'd have to agree with that. I've seen the devastation firsthand when I toured the areas around Melnikova several years ago. North Calaveras has recovered considerably since then, not the least due to our help, but it was sobering."

A red haired man wearing a black tuxedo said while extending his hand,
"Welcome to the Darry; Thompson Ball, I'm Prime Minister David Flower."

"Hello. I am Prince Thomas Vanek, representing the VDB. I just wanted to get acquainted before we start. What's on the agenda for tonight?"

OOC: It'd be cool if like PM Flower freaked out or something. :p

"Yes, we'd have to agree with that. I've seen the devastation firsthand when I toured the areas around Melnikova several years ago. North Calaveras has recovered considerably since then, not the least due to our help, but it was sobering."

"You see, war does destroy the defeated. An entire nation is left in ruins after war. For New Brittonia, we have rarey gone to war with a foreign power, never at all since the unification. That right there puts us in a special place, we use our other powers: diplomatic and economic, to influence natons. However, I wish that we could help rebuild nations after the tragedies of war."

"Hello. I am Prince Thomas Vanek, representing the VDB. I just wanted to get acquainted before we start. What's on the agenda for tonight?"

OOC: It'd be cool if like PM Flower freaked out or something. :p

OOC: Over vampires?

"Tonight, well, I want to talk a bit, there will be some firworkes to commemorate Darryl Thompson's legasy, and some dancing after that."

"That sounds intriguing. I can't wait to see the fireworks." Prince Vanek noticed the Vetalian delegate. "Hello."


OOC: Over vampires?

OOC: Yah, but it looks like it's too late.

"You see, war does destroy the defeated. An entire nation is left in ruins after war. For New Brittonia, we have rarey gone to war with a foreign power, never at all since the unification. That right there puts us in a special place, we use our other powers: diplomatic and economic, to influence natons. However, I wish that we could help rebuild nations after the tragedies of war."

"Our sentiments are the same. Wars are simply too risky...we prefer to use our finances to achieve our strategic ends. Usually, someone else does the fighting and we come in and obtain our share of the spoils. Within a short period of time, our forces have secured the area and our financiers are scouting out prospects."

"And, of course rebuilding is our top priority. We can't generate any kind of meaningful revenue or economic output if our territories are in ruins."

"Our sentiments are the same. Wars are simply too risky...we prefer to use our finances to achieve our strategic ends. Usually, someone else does the fighting and we come in and obtain our share of the spoils. Within a short period of time, our forces have secured the area and our financiers are scouting out prospects."

"And, of course rebuilding is our top priority. We can't generate any kind of meaningful revenue or economic output if our territories are in ruins."

"Exactly, I want to rebuild, but it is just strange with rebuilding from someone else's war, may I ask you one quick question?"

OOC: Over me or him?
"We have many spare rooms."

OOC you think on it the ship be above all of us as it be in space
IC
"then i'll send word to have them sent out"said David

OOC: Sorry. That's kind of a really generic name though!
OOC so it called not mixing Techs
Imperial MT and Imperial Isa FT
you really want use The Shadow Empire of Imperial and leave off isa part or it be The Shadow Empire of Imperial isa FT me

A man with a tray of eclairs walked up to the group of people talking and said,
"Eclair, anyone?"

Sarah Lynch took an eclair and ate it. The waiter paused, suddenly it seemed that time slowed down to accomodate the death. Sarah began breathing in and out, heabily and spastic. Siexing the opprutunity, the man threw the eclairs on the ground and pulled out a kitchen knife that he found. He humped on top of the Prime Minister and began stabbing him eight times, one in the neck and six in the chest. The guards ran several fired shots into the waiter. However, several of them missed due to the frenzy. The waiter then stood up, as an act of defiance to the guards, and slit his own throat. Blood gushed out of his neck, and he began to fall down, popping three eclairs as he wet down. At this time, Sarah was still choking while she and David lie dying.

"David nonobots into them both now"said Carlos as his gun out
David move next to them and injected them both with Nonobot which would cure poisons ,then move to stitch the next wound up then work on the chest wound

"Exactly, I want to rebuild, but it is just strange with rebuilding from someone else's war, may I ask you one quick question?"

"Of course...what is it?"

Pausing, he took an eclair from the tray, but not before taking a small, grainy gray pill. It was nothing particular, just the standard procedure for the prudent Vetalian elite, who constantly took steps to protect themselves against threats, especially from those who held their culture and society in disdain. Of course, if things were really dangerous, they'd simply claim to be from TWSP...

Of course, even if all their precautions failed, there were the decades of training their bodies to resist poisons and the various biomedical enhancements that were as standard in Vetalia as the vaccines of earlier eras.

"David nonobots into them both now"said Carlos as his gun out
David move next to them and injected them both with Nonobot which would cure poisons ,then move to stitch the next wound up then work on the chest wound

OOC: I am idnoring that because I planned this for months... even though the writing was not good

A man wearing a dark blue turban and a buisness suit ran up and said,

"Everyone to the other side! We need a medic here, I need a medic!."

He knelt down and said,
"David, we'll be fine. Get me a medic, NOW!"

David said, weaker,
"I'm going to die, I have one last request for you, please let me whisper it to you"

He knelt down

.....


"I will", the Sikh man saidquietly before yelling, "I need a medic here!"

OOc well dam well say so in that post why don't you :rolleyes:

"Of course...what is it?"

Pausing, he took an eclair from the tray, but not before taking a small, grainy gray pill. It was nothing particular, just the standard procedure for the prudent Vetalian elite, who constantly took steps to protect themselves against threats, especially from those who held their culture and society in disdain. Of course, if things were really dangerous, they'd simply claim to be from TWSP...

Of course, even if all their precautions failed, there were the decades of training their bodies to resist poisons and the various biomedical enhancements that were as standard in Vetalia as the vaccines of earlier eras.

The Sikh man said,
"Sir, do not eat that."

A black man in a suit ran up ans said,
"Mohan, what happened."

Mohan Singh said,
"David was stabbed, I do not know what is wrong with Sarah. She had an adverse reaction to something, though."

"vith lets go"said Carlos now bored
"what ever"said David

Singh said,

"This is a lockdown everyone, put this building in lockdown no one goes in or out!"

Singh muttered to a guard,
"Get the names and registrstion of everyone here."

A man said,
"An ambulance is on its way."

"too bad i'am train as medic but not going to help"said David eating a eclair
"arr"said Carlos
"as this going to work on me and registrstion on what army transport do dam well need"said David now with rifle in hand

"too bad i'am train as medic but not going to help"said David eating a eclair
"arr"said Carlos
"as this going to work on me and registrstion on what army transport do dam well need"said David now with rifle in hand

"Sir, you are going to have to put the weapon dowm", said a member of the New Brittonian Air Force.

Several more paramedics ran up to the Prime Minister and the Foreign Minister. Some were trying to stop the Prime Minister's bleeding, others were preforming rescue breathing on Sarah Lynch.

Someone noticed her bracelet, a band with gold and silver beads, and a metal strip with the image of a stylized peanut, and a rod of Asclepius inside it.

"Someone, check if she brought some EP with her, stat!"

The Sikh man said,
"Sir, do not eat that."

The Vetalian delegate's eyes widened with fear, although he attempted to suppress it and respond calmly.

"Hmm, perhaps you are right. It's highly unlikely that the pill I just took or my years of building up resistance to toxins would leave me susceptible to anything, but I've never been one to take chances..."

The Vetalian delegate's eyes widened with fear, although he attempted to suppress it and respond calmly.

"Hmm, perhaps you are right. It's highly unlikely that the pill I just took or my years of building up resistance to toxins would leave me susceptible to anything, but I've never been one to take chances..."

"Now sir, in order to get this done and overwith, I would like you to tand by the wall, and empty your pockets so we may search you."

A soldier said,
"Where would her EpiPen be?"

Singh said,
"Check in her office."

The soldier ran off.


Prime Minister Flower cotinued losing blood even though emergency personell tried their very best to contain it.

The Vetalian delegates cringed and surveyed the room fearfully, frantically summoning their own guards to the room to help them. The security forces ran in, assuming positions around the terrified officials as they waited for the situation to be brought under control. Both of them took another pill as a precaution and fumbled clumsily to activate protections built in to their suit coats.

"Th-this is too risky! We need to get out of here!" stammered the Proconsul, backing up against a wall with his guards forming a barrier around him.

The Vetalian delegates cringed, frantically summoning their own guards to the room to help them. The security forces ran in, assuming positions around the terrified delegates as they waited for the situation to be brought under control.

"Th-this is too risky! We need to get out of here!" stammered the Proconsul, backing up against a wall with his guards forming a barrier around him.

OOC: the building was locked down, how did they get in?

"Now sir, in order to get this done and overwith, I would like you to tand by the wall, and empty your pockets so we may search you."

Allowing them through his guards, he spoke "Of-of course, you may do this. Let me deactivate the security systems..."

OOC: the building was locked down, how did they get in?

OOC: They've been here, if you recall during our entrance. They were presumably escorted with any other security to somewhere in the area. It's pretty much a given we would never be without guards, especially for officials of this rank.

Allowing them through his guards, he spoke "Of-of course, you may do this. Let me deactivate the security systems..."

"Thank you, sir." A medic lightly covered in blood ran up to Singh and whispered into his ear. Sing then spoke loudly,

"Is anyone, knowledgeable of their blood type, willing to donate blood?"

Meanwhile, Sarah gave her last breath, several man held down their hats as a sign of respect.

OOC: They've been here, if you recall during our entrance. They were presumably escorted with any other security to somewhere in the area. It's pretty much a given we would never be without guards, especially for officials of this rank.

OOC: Sorry, for some reason, i read it like a wall of troops stormed in

BTW, sorry for the weak posts

"Thank you, sir." A medic lightly covered in blood ran up to Singh and whispered into his ear. Sing then spoke loudly,

"Is anyone, knowledgeable of their blood type, willing to donate blood?"

Meanwhile, Sarah gave her last breath, several man held down their hats as a sign of respect.

"I am O negative, as a matter of fact. I would be willing to donate if you can get the equipment..." He then noticed that she had died and fell silent.

OOC: Sorry, for some reason, i read it like a wall of troops stormed in

OOC: No problem. I should've made it more clear that there were only a handful of them.

"I am O negative, as a matter of fact. I would be willing to donate if you can get the equipment..." He then noticed that she had died and fell silent.



OOC: No problem. I should've made it more clear that there were only a handful of them.

OOC: No, it is my fault for reading wrong

A man ran to a small box full of medical equipment, and got the pump for transfusions. While he ran to the Vetalian, Prime Minister Flower also took his last breath. Several people tried to apply rescue breathing but it was too late.

Singh took two steps and he heard a "dong". This soung began to repeat itself over and over.

'Church bells", he thought, he looked at his watch, it was 12:00 AM.

Mohan said defeated,
"Sorry, it was too late. It would only have slowed it down anyways. Sorry, but I have some buisness to take care of."

Mohan began to walk out of the ballroom, his head looking down.

"Sir, you are going to have to put the weapon dowm", said a member of the New Brittonian Air Force.

Several more paramedics ran up to the Prime Minister and the Foreign Minister. Some were trying to stop the Prime Minister's bleeding, others were preforming rescue breathing on Sarah Lynch.

Someone noticed her bracelet, a band with gold and silver beads, and a metal strip with the image of a stylized peanut, and a rod of Asclepius inside it.

"Someone, check if she brought some EP with her, stat!"

"how about you shut up your not me and he only takes orders from me and aside he not highly going to lower his Rifle seeing someone shot me and him"said Carlos

"and i don't let no one but my wifes handle my weapons"said David

"Type IV body armour luckly" Carlos now adds

Vanek had stood oblivously to the whole thing-until now. He dashed forward, holding a jar in his hand. He took a liter of Prime Minister David Flower's blood and held the jar into the air. "To Flower! And Lynch!" He drank it-but what should he do with it? Offer it to the New Brittonian government when this was over? Or keep it?

OOC: To a vampire, that would be like an exotic wine! Before (I have a feeling) some of you protest.

"how about you shut up your not me and he only takes orders from me and aside he not highly going to lower his Rifle seeing someone shot me and him"said Carlos

"and i don't let no one but my wifes handle my weapons"said David

"Type IV body armour luckly" Carlos now adds

The police officer said,
"Sir, I am going to ask you politely again, please oput the weapon down."

Singh walked back into the ballroom and heald a small piece of paper in his hand. He stood at one end and opened the paper and his cell phone. Written on this paper was Deputy Prime Minister Mohammed Javaid's personal cell phone number, one that few people ever knew. He dialed the number and said,
"Hello, sir this is Mohan Singh, yes. . . yes, I know that you are with your family. Yes, sir. Sir. . . . Yes I'll hold."

A sound coming from the phone, definately Mohammed's voice said,
"I'M ON THE FUCKING PHONE, CAN'T YOU KIDS GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE?!"

Mohan said,
"Sir, you are needed at Epsom. Yes. Sir, David, Sarah, and Kevin are now dead and Michael is in critical condition. You are needed immidaetly."

There was a bitter silence as Mohammed hung up.

Vanek had stood oblivously to the whole thing-until now. He dashed forward, holding a jar in his hand. He took a liter of Prime Minister David Flower's blood and held the jar into the air. "To Flower! And Lynch!" He drank it-but what should he do with it? Offer it to the New Brittonian government when this was over? Or keep it?

OOC: To a vampire, that would be like an exotic wine! Before (I have a feeling) some of you protest.

Several people began to stare at prince Vanek.

Several people began to stare at prince Vanek.

OOC: Darn it, I thought it wouldn't be like that. Anyway.

Vanek drank, leaving some of it behind. He slapped it down on the table, hearing the empty silence. And then he ran. At speeds of 60mph. Outside. Away from those eyes.

His Bugatti Veyron was as requested parked at the curb. He drove off. What the heck that guide said. The evening had went wrong. He needed that feeling of G-forces. To get away from it all. Maybe he'd return.

The Need For Speed.

OOC: the building was locked down. This is starting to get more and more dumb when I want to seriously portray my leader's assasination

Having not entered the ball yet (God bless procrastination, was the thought on the top of the minds of the Royal Guard), Queen Jennifer and Princess Laura were stopped by their escort before reaching the building. Noting the increased activity of security forces, and the fact that all of the doors to the large building appeared to have been locked shut, Queen Jennifer looked all around, calling out, "What on Earth has happened?" to any natives who ran by. Her Guard, made increasingly anxious by the erratic atmosphere that had developed, began to clutch their holstered side-arms nervously and made an effort to surround their Queen - just in case.

OOC: To a vampire, that would be like an exotic wine! Before (I have a feeling) some of you protest.
OOC WTF really
The police officer said,
"Sir, I am going to ask you politely again, please oput the weapon down."
"one of you dumb ass gruads put a bullet in me so back off or i will use that to go to war with you nation"said Carlos
"shit look at what the Vamps doing drinking blood from you Prime Minister "

OOC you RP some of the shoots missing the traget

OOC: the building was locked down. This is starting to get more and more dumb when I want to seriously portray my leader's assasination

OOC your fault for not cluing people in ,should just done it in close thread just yourself

OOC: the building was locked down. This is starting to get more and more dumb when I want to seriously portray my leader's assasination

OOC: Darn it, I'm in a serious hole here.

OOC WTF really

"one of you dumb ass gruads put a bullet in me so back off or i will use that to go to war with you nation"said Carlos
"shit look at what the Vamps doing drinking blood from you Prime Minister "

OOC you RP some of the shoots missing the traget



OOC your fault for not cluing people in ,should just done it in close thread just yourself

OOC: Actually, I said, this is a lockdown no one gets in or out so please read everything that I say for onec

Singh said to the cop,
"Stay, remember the Fourth Article, sir. Everyone, now Prime Minister Mohammed Javaid is currently at his home at the other side of the Red Island. He will be coming here tomorrow, we have discvered no other threat, although there will be further searches. As you all are very busy diplomats, you are permitted to leave. Prime Minister Javaid said that he wishes to meet all of you at 8 AM for breakfast at the Lafayette House, the Deputy Prime Minister's official guest house. For all of you, thank you for your cooperation, and for further knowledge Prince Vanek, in New Brittonia we really do not like people treating dead bodies as snacks, so do not do it again please."

OOC: Darn it, I'm in a serious hole here.


OOC: you think?

OOC: Actually, I said, this is a lockdown no one gets in or out so please read everything that I say for onec

Singh said to the cop,
"Stay, remember the Fourth Article, sir. Everyone, now Prime Minister Mohammed Javaid is currently at his home at the other side of the Red Island. He will be coming here tomorrow, we have discvered no other threat, although there will be further searches. As you all are very busy diplomats, you are permitted to leave. Prime Minister Javaid said that he wishes to meet all of you at 8 AM for breakfast at the Lafayette House, the Deputy Prime Minister's official guest house. For all of you, thank you for your cooperation, and for further knowledge Prince Vanek, in New Brittonia we really do not like people treating dead bodies as snacks, so do not do it again please."




OOC: you think?
OOC not talking of the lock down, i'am talking of assasination i knew of it ,i wouldn't had to delete a post and made them still outside

IC


"we have breakfast five and be at work by six so he want to see me he best drive to the airport as we be sleeping on board the C5 and be working there"said Carlos as he walks out to the HMMWV

Vanek walked out, trying not to show his tears. It was supposed to be a diplomatic moment, and it failed. He drove his car into the city and explored. After all, he couldn't sleep.

Mohmmed Javaid walked around the blue guest room in the brick row house that is the LaFayette house (Nathan Lafayette was a Mayor of Epsom City). He sipped some coffee from a blue and white china cup, placed it down, and looked through the newspapers for a third time. He knew that the assasinations would not be covered in this edition, the attacks happened past midnight, too late for anyone to write about it. The actual press conference happened at 5:45 AM, perfect time for the morning talk shows, internet forums, and talk radio hosts to be blazing about it. However, Mohammed's favourite form of information was still the papers, he took one on the the cherry table that he had not read yet, and sat down next to a man in a buisness suit, and read the paper, waiting for his guests to come.