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The rhythmic roaring of the aircrafts massive engines barely penetrated the sound-proofed cabin of the massive SPAC/-820 "Dominus" passenger plane. In fact, if Rachel wasn't the type to notice small things like the humming sound that did manage to penetrate the cabin, she wouldn't have heard it at all.

The sound only deepened Rachel Mahone's (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Rachel_Mahone) boredom. She was deeply looking forward to what awaited her in Kampfers, but the long journey there was tedious and, well, boring as hell. She had resorted to staring vainly at her self in a mirror that had been presented for her in her private quarters.

She decided that this wasn't going to solve her boredom problem. Instead, she though a good walk from the the nose of the massive aircraft would do her some good. She stood up and stretched for a moment, and admired her own figure in the mirror one last time.

At the moment, she was dressed only in a plain floral dress and leather heels. Her wedding dress, which had been custom made, crafted out of the finest silks and cottons that the Reich could afford hung in a water, heat, and everything else-resistant airtight bag near her bed.

Even through the plastic barrier, the brilliant silver-white and gold of the fabrics radiated brightly. Rachel didn't even want to think about how much it cost, but when your family was the ruling House of the Tocrowkian Reich, prices tended not to matter much.

Or at all, really.

Tearing her eyes away from it, she left her room and began to stroll down the lavishly-decorated corridors of the modified civilian aircraft. It practically a flying palace, complete with a waiting staff of about 60, a guard compliment of over 100 soldiers and of course, all the luxuries that went along with being Tocrowkian Nobility.

She walked into the common area of the plane, a series of tables and chairs along with some arcade games and gave a light smile and a nod to her younger sister, Valeria whom was sitting in one of the chairs reading a fashion magazine to pass the time. Her younger sister returned the nod, and she went on.

As walked down the plane, she passed a quick glance outside the plane. Over thirty "Shuksei" air superiority fighters, along with four AWACS stations served as their protection against threats of the areal variety. She sighed wistfully, remembering her time as a fighter pilot. She missed that...but who knew? Maybe the time would come again.

She passed her mother and father, who talked between themselves, but stopped to give her their well wishes. Her father patted her on the shoulder, and her mother pinched and squeezed her cheek. A habit which she found both endearing and annoying.

As she moved on toward the rear section of the plane, encountering no one more interesting than a waitress or a guard, she felt a hand on her shoulder, which then gave a squeeze. "Rachel." a familiar voice spoke. Rachel smiled and turned to face her brother, Seth Mahone, Steward of the Tocrowkian Reich.

"Seth. Haven't seen you all flight...where have you been?" She asked sincerely. Her brother had been shut away in his own quarters all through out their journey. To this question, he just shrugged. "Official business. Boring as hell." He replied lightly. "Anyway, we should be arriving in Kampfers within the hour, so sayeth the pilots. Excited?"

As if he really had to ask. Rachel, and her entire family were flying to the nation of Kampfers for a very special reason. She was to be wed to the noble nations leader, Fuhrer Richtoff. Kampfers, being what it was as far as Germanic nations went, and the fact that Richtoff and Rachel had developing relationship for awhile now.

And if her own affection wasn't enough for the man (Which, by far it was on it's own), her family regarded him as a noble and upstanding man, the perfect addition to their family. Someone who could produce strong heirs for both of their nations.

Despite the relatively large escort to Kampfers, it was still rather hush-hush in Tocrowkia. Invitations and an official announcement had yet to be sent out, as the Tocrowkians assumed that once the Mahone's were safely within Kampfers, they would handle that aspect of things along with the security. "You should get ready. We have a lot to do." Seth continued with a nod. Rachel returned the gesture.

"Yeah, we do."

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
In the Fuhrer's home

Fuhrer Richtoff (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Fuhrer_Richtoff) straightened his bowtie in the mirror once, and turned to the side, scoping out his profile view. He turned around, and looked at his other side. A knock came to the door of his bathroom. "Who is it?" the Fuhrer questioned.

"It's me, Jorg. I'll wait outside with Tim if you want me to?"

"Nah, come in." Klischten entered the bathroom, and laughed when he saw the Fuhrer modeling his tuxedo. "Vain, isn't it?" said the Fuhrer. "Alsa, I can't look anything other than my best. What do you think?"

"Ya look great. Now get outta that tux and put on a suit so we can meet Rachel at the airport. You don't want everyone to know what you'll be wearing at the ball, do ya?" Klischten winked, and stepped out of the bathroom, closng the door behind him. He walked out to the front hall where Tim Yoon was waiting the both of them. "So Tim, how do ya think the Fuhrer is gonna handle this getting married buisness?"

Tim looked thoughtful for a minute, then replied. "Just like anything else. Well." Not a man of many words, Tim turned around and headed out to the limousine they would be using that day. Minutes later, the Fuhrer scurried out of the bathroom and came hurrying into the hallway. He met Klischten at the door and together they walked down to the car. Tim turned to the Fuhrer. "You know how bad the press was outside of the base for the Cohenian delegation? It'll be 10 times that bad when they catch wind of this."

The Fuhrer smiled. "I know, but right now I don't care." He was truely in love. Rachel was the perfect woman for him. Both were of royal descent, both had backgrounds in the military, and both were true germanic. They had an ongoing relationship for sometime before Richtoff had dared to poop the question. And now that they were to be wed, this would have huge implications for both of their nations. Richtoff already had his invitations prepared. Technically, any national leaders or national delegations were to be accepted, given that they at least shoed identification, but only specific nations were going to actually get a formal invite. Wagdog, Vetaka, Prestonia, Brydog, Questers, the list went on. The ballroom looked spectacular, and the whole affair had the strictest of security. Nothing would spoil the Fuhrer's day. On the way to the airport, Richtoff pulled out his laptop and sent off the invitations. National leaders would soon have the following messages appearing in their inbox.

Dearest National Leader,

This letter is to inform you that you have been invited to the wedding ball of Rachel Mahone, Tocrowkian Noble, and Eric Richtoff, Fuhrer of Kampfers, on the date of 6/03/20XX. Please arrive in Kampfers Stadt and make your way to the Kampferian Royal Ballroom. Reservations have been made for your rooming arrangements, so you need not to worry about that. Please inform the Fuhrer of your intent to come, so that he can arrange accordingly. Dinner will be provided. Come in formal attire, and feel free to bring your wife/date/esquire. If you can not personally attend, feel free to send some sort of a delegation.

Sincerely,
Eric Richtoff, Fuhrer of Kampfers, and
Rachel Mahone, Tocrowkian Noble

Richtoff hoped Rachel wouldn't mind having her name stamped on the end, but the more he thought about it, the more he knew she wouldn't. He put his laptop back in storage and kicked his feet up akin to what Klischten had done. As the limousine pulled into the airport, Richtoff hardly noticed the crowd that was already amassing. Yoon did though, and wanted to kill whoever had leaked the Fuhrer's schedule to the press.

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
Kampfers Stadt Joint Military Base (KSJMB) Air Control Tower

The air traffic controller leaned over to the microphone. "Tocrowkian flight X-ray-Delta-Whiskey-Oh-Niner-Niner-Foxtrot, you are cleared to land on runway 13B, do you copy? Request fighter escort to land on runway 16B. We are sending up 5 fighters to bring you on in, so come in nice and easy." The controller leaned back. It was unusual to see Shukseis escorting a plane in, and it was even more unusual to see Kampfers respond and send up 10 Shuksei's in turn. He had not even known that this flight was coming in until 1 hour before its estimated arrival, and had known of the fighter escort until 10 minutes ago. It was odd, but he had seen odder, or so he told himself. In reality, this was as high security as it came.

Meanwhile, 10 Shuksei fighters rocketed into the sky on an intercept course for the Tocrowkian flight. This was KSJMB, and as such, it was some of the top pilots in the Kampferian Luftwaffe. They rocketed in on the Tocrowkians, and shot past them, only to pull around and pull up beside them. The head Kampferian pilot pulled up next to the lead Tokrowkian Shuksei and gave him a thumbs up. Just a couple of seconds and they would be back on the ground, but he could at least have some fun while he was up there. He knew what he was escorting, however, and would not let his "fun" get in the way of his mission. The prize was almost delivered.

"Roger roger, control. Request acknowledged. We will begin landing on runway 13B. Fighter escort will land on Runway 16B, over." The pilot replied. Meanwhile, the pilot of the lead Shuksei gave a curt nod to his Kampferian counter-part. The pilot of the passenger plane sounded the alert for everyone on board to buckle them selves in for the landing sequence.

Rachel sat down in one of the seats and strapped her self in beside her brother and sister. Seth wore his usual expression of polite indifference, while Valeria looked a bit green in the face. "I hate this part..." she groaned as the plane descended rapidly toward the runway. Rachel smiled and leaned over to squeeze her hand. "Don't worry, it'll be over soon."

Valeria had always been the least militant member of the family. Their father, mother and brother were officers in the Imperial Navy. Rachel had been a pilot in the Luftwaffe. Valeria, on the other hand, wasn't used to the kind of physical stress military personnel were expected to deal with.

As the skidding motion of the aircraft eventually came to an end and the plane settled on the tarmac, Rachel rose first, followed by the rest of her family. As expected, several guards entered and began passing each member of her family thick, black leather trench coats, military caps and thick sunglasses.

This was a relatively new safety measure. VIPs were now disguised to look exactly like their guards. The thick coat did a good job of obscuring it's wearers body, giving it the illusion of more mass than was actually there and making it difficult to tell of the target was male or female. The sunglasses obscured their wearers facial features, and the caps shadowed them to further confuse any potential snipers.

With that done, an entourage of guards proceeded the Mahone's out the plane and onto the tarmac. Rachel felt somewhat idiotic, not to mention overly warm standing around in such attire, but one could never be too safe.

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers

The pilots of the Shuksei's rolled off from the Tocrowkian planes as they descended for their landing and began to take up normal patrol routes that they would follow for the next half hour to ensure the security of the airspace. Warming up at the airport were a few F/A 15 Cardinals, just in case any rouge nation attempted something.

Meanwhile, the cars rolled up to the planes, and the Fuhrer and his entourage stepped out. Greeting the vistors welcome the Fuhrer looked over them nervously. "Umm, hello. To be honest, it is quite safe here, there is no need for your protective clothing." He glanced up and down the row, attempting to locate Rachel. "Now, if you will all please get into the limo, we'll be on our way." He extended his arm towards the open door, not exactly sure what to say next.

The KSMJB soldiers standing guard did not waver in the slight breeze, but stood tall, alert, and ready to take a bullet for any of the VIPs. Snipers overlooked the base, and looked out into the crowd, which was rapidly amassing at the exit of the base. The limousine would withstand direct hits from nearly anything, but there would hopefully be no such need for its capabilities. After all, it was a day of rejoicing, and not otherwise.

OOC: Erm, I don't know what to say. Want to give it say, 2-3 more posts and then kick off the ball?

OOC: Reminder per protocol, this post was cleared with Vetaka over IRC. Even still, just posting us both in so we can be in time for both of our chars to RP normally after.

IC
Boeing 747-200B White Phoenix Bravo, Outside Kampferian Airspace
Approaching Haven from the South, Lady Uthiria Tóriel Lathíriel nós Farlond grew nervous even if hopeful all the same. For diplomatic reasons, an escort had been left off so that regional sensibilities were not offended; not that this was deemed a problem in this case with Kampfers being among the most solid allies Vetaka or Wagdog had. The Wagdian Ambassador to Vetaka could overhear the captain announcing that they would hold outside Kampferian airspace until Kampferian escort in could be arranged. Something tells me we must come to this wedding, something profound. I dare not avoid making what best Fate I can... The tall, stately elven blonde's thoughts turned to one possible reason, and a very compelling one at that.

Sitting not far from her in his own seat, Acting Vice President Perry Cox of the Free Dominion of Vetaka was resting contentedly. The flight had been peaceful so far, and she had told him that a break from the incessant strain of the Ennuisian Crisis would enhance both his government's security and his own well-being. However, discretion being preferred, it was decided that this wedding was the ideal event to address all concerns; official support for a key ally, and yet some time off as well for each of them. Something much to be preferred. As the aircraft turned into what was hoped to be a short holding pattern, she asked of him, "So Mr. Cox..." For some reason, one she felt was appropriate to the context, she added, "Perry, I am to understand that Mrs. Mahone is herself a former Tocrowkian military pilot?"

What sort of question was that? Sure, it might be relevant, but it had the air of a dodge for some deeper question she didn't even know herself how to ask. She had drafted the letter to the Fuhrer herself, remembering well as she was even reading a copy now; fumbling the printout scanned from the original parchment in her long, pale hands...
Dear Fuehrer Richtoff,
I would be most delighted to attend your wedding to Her Highness Rachel Mahone, this being above all a time of great joy for you and your nation. I also intend to come under the escort of Acting Vice President Perry Cox of Vetaka, a man whom I have come to trust and admire in my years of working beside him. My best wishes for your happiness and prosperity in marriage, and fruitful relations for all of our nations; I come as soon as I may by Vetakan transport as would be most proper.

Sincerely in Congratulations,
Lady Uthiria Tóriel Lathíriel nós Farlond
Deputy Party Secretary, Wagdian Greenwood Coalition
Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary from the United Socialist States of Wagdog to the Free Dominion of Vetaka
Letting the question hang all the same, she decided to wait for her friend's reply as she considered the overall situation. To lessen the tension, she served a small reminder, "Do ensure that the Scouts on guard allow none to approach the Book of Time." A powerful Elven artefact whose safety was judged of supreme importance to both Wagdog and Vetaka, it was brought literally wherever Lady Tóriel as not to risk its loss to Ennuisian hands if fighting occurred with her away, and she decided to remind Perry despite the lack of need mainly to soothe her own anxieties. Why am I this way now? We faced possible death together in San Diego some time ago and I was less apprehensive? Just what's coming upon me now? Left with no answer, she had nothing to do but wait for one. She had been doing much of that lately, too much she felt; for more than just nations matters would be decided soon, even if some room needed to be made for the decision all the same.

"Sorry honey...but you know how Tocrowkians are. Over-done security is our forte." Rachel replied with a grin, taking off her cap and sunglasses to smile at Richtoff. This caused a few murmurs of disapproval to sweep through the Tocrowkian guards, but the Steward him self followed suite, stripping his protective clothing as well as a sign of trust.

"Fuhrer Richtoff, a pleasure to meet you at last." Seth stated with a nod. He then gestured his family into the awaiting limo, while the guards and the rest of the staff present would have their own transport.

((OOC: Sounds good to me.))

Richtoff bent over and pecked his wife-to-be with a kiss. "So good to see you again, honey."

He turned to Ian and smiled. "Great to meet you too. I always find it exciting to meet other national leaders. Now, we'll be heading directly to the ballroom, so I can show ya'll around before all the excitement tonight."

As Richtoff climbed into the limo, waves of excitement swept over him. Long had he awaited this day, and it had finally come. He motioned out the window as the limo began to roll out of the base. "Normally you would be able to see the campus of my Alma Mater, but the press effectively ruins that. I'm sure you'll find the Stadt to be a very pretty city. I find it has everything I desire. An urban downtown, suburban districts, beautiful parks and campuses, magnificent architecture, and beaches. You will have plenty of time to visit those later however. He placed his arm around Rachel and turned to Seth. "So, how go things in Tocrowkia? Things are pretty hectic here, but I won't bore you with my troubles."

((OOC: Sorry for the delay. It won't happen again.))

"Things are going well..." Seth replied with a nod. "We're eagerly awaiting the beginning of the Imperial Series..." He continued. He hoped Richtoff knew what he was talking about. The Imperial Series was the championship series for baseball, which just happened to be by far the most popular sport in the Tocrowkian Reich. On average, the event drew a crowd more numerous than the population of entire countries.

Rachel nodded. "Indeed. We also have some spare tickets, if you want to come darling." She winked.

OOC: Reminder per protocol, this post was cleared with Vetaka over IRC. Even still, just posting us both in so we can be in time for both of our chars to RP normally after.

IC
Boeing 747-200B White Phoenix Bravo, Outside Kampferian Airspace
Approaching Haven from the South, Lady Uthiria Tóriel Lathíriel nós Farlond grew nervous even if hopeful all the same. For diplomatic reasons, an escort had been left off so that regional sensibilities were not offended; not that this was deemed a problem in this case with Kampfers being among the most solid allies Vetaka or Wagdog had. The Wagdian Ambassador to Vetaka could overhear the captain announcing that they would hold outside Kampferian airspace until Kampferian escort in could be arranged. Something tells me we must come to this wedding, something profound. I dare not avoid making what best Fate I can... The tall, stately elven blonde's thoughts turned to one possible reason, and a very compelling one at that.

Sitting not far from her in his own seat, Acting Vice President Perry Cox of the Free Dominion of Vetaka was resting contentedly. The flight had been peaceful so far, and she had told him that a break from the incessant strain of the Ennuisian Crisis would enhance both his government's security and his own well-being. However, discretion being preferred, it was decided that this wedding was the ideal event to address all concerns; official support for a key ally, and yet some time off as well for each of them. Something much to be preferred. As the aircraft turned into what was hoped to be a short holding pattern, she asked of him, "So Mr. Cox..." For some reason, one she felt was appropriate to the context, she added, "Perry, I am to understand that Mrs. Mahone is herself a former Tocrowkian military pilot?"

What sort of question was that? Sure, it might be relevant, but it had the air of a dodge for some deeper question she didn't even know herself how to ask. She had drafted the letter to the Fuhrer herself, remembering well as she was even reading a copy now; fumbling the printout scanned from the original parchment in her long, pale hands...

Letting the question hang all the same, she decided to wait for her friend's reply as she considered the overall situation. To lessen the tension, she served a small reminder, "Do ensure that the Scouts on guard allow none to approach the Book of Time." A powerful Elven artefact whose safety was judged of supreme importance to both Wagdog and Vetaka, it was brought literally wherever Lady Tóriel as not to risk its loss to Ennuisian hands if fighting occurred with her away, and she decided to remind Perry despite the lack of need mainly to soothe her own anxieties. Why am I this way now? We faced possible death together in San Diego some time ago and I was less apprehensive? Just what's coming upon me now? Left with no answer, she had nothing to do but wait for one. She had been doing much of that lately, too much she felt; for more than just nations matters would be decided soon, even if some room needed to be made for the decision all the same.

IC:

Perry Cox was snoozing within the black leather executive seat when her ladyship he woke rather startled and snatched up his OBSAT PDA flicking to the latest intelligence reports streamed live to him via VSIS. Nothing had changed he turned and looked over at his companion and possibly his closest friend. The beautiful women had pratically dragged him to this wedding although he would never admit it he secretly loved to spend time with his Elven Friend he secrelty loved to jet off with her around the world jointly representing their nations with pride and honour. They had both formed strong friendships and relationships towards eachother cemented in trust as demonstrated in San Diego when they had jointly faced down the train of death.

He smiled warmly at her his eyes fixed upon hers he suddenly realised what he was thinking. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and hold her. He looked away and was most thankful when she spoke again he hung upon her everyword and slowly formed his response:

"From what I have gathered from VSIS she is indeed a former Tocrowkian military pilot and a damn good one at that"

He fell silent secrelty annoyed at his answer he had been holding these feelings bottled up for months if not a year now he again smiled and gazed at her warmly:

"The Scouts shall not let it out of their sight. Shall we be armed at this event?"

"No, I don't believe us coming armed would be wise, not even covertly." Lady Tóriel was aware of how sensitive matters could conceivably become, and how protective Fuehrer Richtoff would be of the delegation from one of Kampfers' closest allies of all. All told, it would only make any confrontations that did happen worse; seemingly a matter of paranoia or even treachery on Wagdog's part. "This is an occasion for joy, and for coming together; not secreting away for fear." She let those words hang as spoken; the possible double meaning hadn't exactly been intended, but she did not regret it having quite clearly been implied.

Truth be told, she too had grown close to now-Acting Vice President Cox over nearly ten years of working with him. There were no obstacles to anything between them if she chose there to be, and in fact although rare Elven/Human couples had been often celebrated in the lands now comprising the Five Kingdoms where her people had originated; but traditional 'preferences' had a way of becoming equally-traditional prejudices, even among the alleged "Wisest and Fairest," and perhaps especially so in fact. Being the eldest surviving daughter of the General Farlond, who'd helped see her particular Elven tribe to safety in Wagdog after they'd become stranded across time didn't help matters; bloodlines were expected to be carried on as purely as possible if they at all could by her own.

Deciding that now was not the time to force any decisions one way or another, Lady Tóriel again reclined into her seat, the seatbelt snug around her generous but shapely muscled waist, and sank into meditation. She was glad to be back in Haven, paradoxically so given that most nations but its' allies in the region had a neutral opinion of Wagdog at very best, and frequently worse; here was where her people had first encountered the White Phoenix tribe centuries past during their first temporal shipwreck before finally ending up in the present part of the Age, and it would take more than politics to sever that link despite what had happened recently in that regard. I shall see to it that the nations here come to respect us, whatever it takes. We cannot remain aloof forever... Might as well be that any such rapproachement were on as friendly terms as any involved were likely to get, in the final analysis; so ran the conclusion behind said thought as she became fully passive at last.

High General's Office, High General's Palace
Samuel Oron sat drinking his morning coffee and reading his daily intelligence briefings on his computer when one of his aides walked in.

"High General, an invitation just arrived from Kampfers, Richtoff is marrying Rachel Mahone, the Tocrowkian noble. There's going to be big wedding ball. I presume due to current conflicts you won't attend?"

"You know what Jane, I think I will go, I havent been out of the country in months and this will be a great way to repair our relations with the Kampferians, you know they weren't too pleased about our alliance with Doomingsland."

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Official Diplomatic Communication From The Armed Republic

The High General and his wife would be delighted to attend the wedding of Fuhrer Richtoff and Rachel Mahone.

OOC: No problem Toc, sorry for the delay here as well. You probably have a better excuse than me though.


Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
On the way to the ballroom

"Wonderful, I'd love to. Baseball isn't as popular in Kampfers as other sports, but I do attempt to keep up with it. The playoffs always seem to get buried in the mad rush for the first football games of the season, as well as the beginning of the indoor soccer league, both of which are very popular in Kampfers." Richtoff smiled at Seth and his fiance. Then, looking out the window, he recognized the building beside them as the car slowed down. "Ah, here we are. Now, let me show you around before the festivities of tonight."

At Kampfers Stadt Joint Military Base (KSJMB)

The operator leaned over, and recognized the signature of the incoming flight as to be one headed to the Fuhrer's event. "Wagdian flight 200B White Phoenix Bravo, proceed on your current heading past the airport, then turn to 5 o'clock and land on runway 23B. A small contingent is coming up there to bring you on in. The Fuhrer awaits your arrival."

5 F/A Cardinals roared to life. They had been sitting on the runway, awaiting the arrival of more diplomats, and they soared into the sky, ready to ensure the safety of their guests.

Dear High General Oron,

We are pleased to hear that you will be attending. We look foward to seeing you at the ball.

Sincerely,
Eric Richtoff, Fuhrer of Kampfers, and
Rachel Mahone, Tocrowkian Noble

Seth tilted his head slightly, confused by Richtoff's wording. He seemed to place football and soccer into two different categories. By football, did he mean that horrid game where men tackled and grabbed each other in an awesome display of homo-eroticism? More than likely. Still, the Steward nodded and smiled. He was a man respective of other nations cultures (well, most of them), and did not want to offend his soon to be brother in law.

When the vehicle began to slow down and Richtoff announced a tour of sorts, Rachel nodded. "Sounds fun. I've always liked tours, will there be a gift shop at the end?" She joked. Actually, Rachel knew she wasn't very good at jokes, but she tried.

OOC: IC-style bump ftw!:D Just until we can get to the palace or so.
Runway 23B, Kampfers Stadt Joint Military Base; Kampfers
Ambassador Lady Tóriel descended the plane's doorway stairs, discreetly arm-in-arm with Vetakan Acting Vice-President Cox leading; ostensibly just protocol being observed of course. White Phoenix Bravo was his plane after all, and he was also the man of the hour by rank as well as gender; second only to Fuehrer Richtoff once they met, and then only in technicality. As the initial waving died down from him, however, the Wagdian elf struggled to keep her characteristic poise under toned moon-pale face and shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair; struggled for her heart racing like she was some impetuous girl of merely seventy or so.

Cox was quite the man of the hour; nay, quite the man period to her. She knew what she was feeling now, and was too comfortable to let all the reasons she should feel uncomfortable win. What Lady Tóriel would do, she didn't know even despite her occasional hints of foresight; they were not particularly voluntary and always mere shots of possible futures besides. Her fate with Cox, if there was to be any, would have to be made by herself alone of course. Lady Tóriel was merely glad that this wedding ball represented the most appropriate occasion to make her own play for that, she gliding to a halt as they reached the stair's end and began to greet the Kampferian party awaiting them at this key base.

Richtoff smiled. It was an attempt at humour, and it was better than his serious attitude the majority of the time. She was getting better, he had to admit that. As they walked into the building, he began to speak again. "Now, this is the main ballroom. My favorite part is the magnificent chandelier. When it is on, the effect is stunning. On our left is the buffet room, where people will be able to get food at any time they please. On the right we have a sitting room, where older people can relax or people can go to catch up with old friends. I imagine that most of the time we will be walking around greeting everyone, dear."

They continued on for a bit, then Richtoff released them to get their final preparations ready. Word had reached him that the Wagdian and Vetakan parties were already on the ground, and the others would not be far behind. Tonight was an exciting night, and it was time to prepare...

Rachel continued to smile politely and followed Richtoff from room to room, examine each and taking in their layouts. The building was equally as grand as the Reichstag back home, and in her opinion, a much better place to host the ball. As much as she liked the building that was the center of Tocrowkian political power, it was a little too...macabre for her tastes.

When Richtoff and her self went their separate ways for now, she was accompanied by an entourage of hair dressers, stylists and make-up artists to her own quarters to ensure she looked her best for the ball.

Richtoff flattened is tuxedo jacket against his body one last time. Outside the door he could hear people already milling about, no doubt many clutching drinks served by the small bar that had been set up for the occasion. The Reichstag had not been used for many years for actual governmental purposes, and was now well suited to functions such as this, with the advent of the new Reichstag building. This building, however, maintained a physical beauty not many other buildings can match and even fewer surpass. The history of the building had also played a role in the decision to hold the ball there, and frankly there was not a better place for it to be held.

The murmers quieted as the group passed by, and Richtoff found himself greeted by silence once again. He could not wait much longer, as surely even Rachel would be ready by this point. He mustered up his strength and walked to the door. No sooner had his hand touched the knob when a friendly knock sounded. He opened the door, and his good friend Jorg Klischten stood outside grinning at him. "Dress much, Eric?" he questioned in a sarcastic manner.

Richtoff sheepishly smiled back at Klischten, and exited the room. Klischten fell in line next to him, and they conversed as they walked out into the main hall. Richtoff began approaching small groups, greeting and thanking the guests as he spoke. The whole time, however, he kept one eye peeled for Rachel. Klischten gave Richtoff a little nudge and a head tilt, indicating that he was going to the bar. As he walked off, Klischten muttered to himself, joking that Richtoff always ignored him at functions such as these. If anyone needed him, he'd have some whiskey with him from that point forward.

Richtoff was wearing a spectacular black tuxedo and looked absolutely stunning. He had picked the suit based on the fact that he had no clue what to wear, not to mention that whatever Rachel wore his suit had to coordinate. Klischten was decked out in full military parade dress, as was custom for a military man in Kampfers. In all technicality, the Fuhrer could havve worn a military suit as well, but he desperately wanted to avoid negative connotations at all costs.

The thought that the Wagdians and Vetakans were there too also appealed to the Fuhrer, so when he wasn't looking for Rachel, he looked for a small group of people with his good friends in it.

OOC: Don't bother with an arrival, just have your person here if you want to join in.

((OOC: I was gonna post, but I'll give this a quick bump, just to let anyone who wants to join the opportunity to do so.))

So far the evening had been quiet, and in fact aside from random small talk both between themselves and with other various delegates not much had happened yet. More would be seen of all of them tonight as well, most likely, so there was no particular need to become too well acquainted right off; not while key introductions occurred first. And not while old friends got to gather therein, renewing the ties that bound of old and together opening those of new; as was done in older, better days.

Wearing her very best sapphire-colored robes, a relic all the way back from her tribe's origins many leagues and even a few Ages away now, Lady Tóriel had her platinum hair loose but for two small pigtails bound together behind with a gold ring. Several other rings and jewels adorned her fingers and so on, reflecting her people's love of treasure; excess not being that much an issue given the occasion of the evening. She also had her appreciation for Perry Cox's attire as well, the Vetakan Acting Vice President still being casually with his arm around hers as they absently socialized. He could impress well enough for himself, and indeed was already; not only for the dignitaries either.

Appropriately enough, Fuehrer Richtoff was just entering the ballroom and beginning his role in the festivities. Seeing that he was wandering somewhat, doubtlessly looking for Lady Tóriel and Cox plus the Aurum Doman delegation, she discreetly waved to draw his attention; her voice carefully modulated to not overwhelm the crowd but nonetheless catch Fuehrer Richtoff's attention. "Hail and Well Met Leader; please, join us if you're looking." She tightened her arm around her esquire's, gently enticing Cox's attention away from whatever conversation he was in and might just miss his Kampferian friend for; gently and with utmost discretion. She didn't want to disturb his practice of the social graces as such; but she did want to make sure he didn't appear absentminded at so crucial an occasion. That... and, well, she had her own reasons for wanting his attention too; of that she was growing more certain by the minute and already feeling her way towards a plan for too...

Cox was speaking with one his and her ladyships personal bodyguards trying to get them to report on Vetaka yet the guard chuckled and informed him that her Ladyship had ordered the joint staff to only interrupt with news of home if such news was absolutely required he was somewhat annoyed but when Lady Tóriel called his attention to the Fuehrer Richtoff's arrival her slender grip seem to wash away his bad feelings. He felt some warm & peaceful yet so awkward as he waved the bodyguard away turning to face her ladyship their eyes met and he smiled she was so amazingly beautiful that he just gazed for a moment. Eventually they both seem to realise what was happening and returned their gaze to the advancing Fuehrer.

As they both watched Cox found his eyes wandering to the very corners of his head wanting to gaze at his best friend than one of his closest friends and strong political allies. Cox had found his mind wandering to Lady Toriel more and more just lately. What with the crisis within the Ennusisians whenever he found it hard to concentrate or stressed he seemed to be finding some reason to call her of course such a reason was usually trivial and would be answered or resolved within a few minutes of her answering the call yet they seem to carry on the conversation into such subjects as Politics, Arts, Poetry and History.

Cox had found himself reading and studying elven ritual and history as each day passed he was wrestling with his inner most feelings for her Ladyship feelings that where no longer just friendship. It was then after his mind had wandered did he realise his arm was not just wrapped in hers but his hand was stroking hers. Somewhat shocked he was pleased with the distraction of the Fuhrer he smiled at his host and spoke:

"It is good to see you old friend? Pearce and Commander Stone send their good graces and apologies for being unable to attend. Chief Quicksilver send his regards and also asked me to relay a message something I hope you will understand "Roxanne is proud and ever watchful""

He smiled at the Fuhrer before he slowly fell back into what seemed like the topic of the day, Lady Tóriel.

OOC: I am use to RP'ing War it makes such a change