NationStates Jolt Archive

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We welcome leaders from across the globe to come to ViZion for our International Christmas Party! It will be held in our World Central Plaza, a beautiful outdoors location on a man-made island. The island in a one-mile by one-mile square. We will also have the World Central Plaza Building opened - made of kashmir white granate on the exterior, the walls made of the rare Morocco Black marble, and the flooring is of rare Selenite Red Gypsum marble, while the ceilings are made of the extremely unique Snake wood - however with the mild weather expected, we don't think that will be receiving much usage.

The scene on the island was fully Christmas. As the light faded in the sky, Christmas lights filled every tree and wrapped every structure. Christmas music filled the air, as did the smell of food.

Various Christmas symbols filled the island such as Baby Jesus. In the center of the island, just out front of the World Central Plaza Building was a 25' tall Christmas trees, and included a gift for every attendee under it.

We welcome you to join us! Part of Vitalita International Airport has been setup and closed off for your arrival! We look forward to seeing you. Boats will be ready to motor you to the World Central Plaza.

Signed,

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International airspace

Will Riddle sat in his Boeing 747 heading to the party. He had been to many meetings, and a Christmas party should cheer him up...he hoped. His plane had also his bodyguards and some aides that were also going to come.

Saggo sat in the private plane talking with Theld and his wife. Somehow he had convinced people to leave him alone he would only be contacted if it was a national crisis. He could actually go somewhere and enjoy himself without constant interruptions.

The jet plummeted out of the sky as if drunk. Three barrel roles and an eight-G stall preceded the three-point landing on the runway in ViZion. Four miles behind the Queen, two more fighter-jets asked for and received clearance to land. Their's was far less dramatic than the first.

The scarlet Mamba had finally ceased taxi-ing and out of the rear cockpit a tall, somber man jumped onto the wing, then onto the ground. He looked around, noticing the other Aeternu jets beginning their approach. Glancing up at the pilot's seat, he nodded. The pilot jumped up out of her seat and scrambled down to stand beside the man.

The man gave a short bow of his head and said, "Quite the landing, Majesty. Had I been human I would have brought up my lunch."

She gave him a sharp look. "Number one, cut the 'majesty' crap. Save it for the party, or ball, or whatever the hell it is we're here for. Number two, if you had brought up your lunch, it would have been particularly disgusting given the shit you people eat. Number three, when the ShadowGuard and Jhane get here, have 'em bring my shit up to me. As much as I'd like to be casual, I do have an image to uphold."

Sybele Tantas, Queen of the Priory of Aeternu, Duchess of Sarasai, widow of the late Prior of Aeternu, captain of the Scarlet Mambas was a sight to see.

The Royal AirForce jumpsuit did little to hide her figure and as she pulled off her helmet, her dark, raven tresses fell to her shoulders, streaks of red and blue showing here and there. The blue eyes stood out like two cobalt spheres in a dusky, olive complexion. Her only adornment was the gilded necklace given to her by her late husband.

"Dracombi, let's get this show on the road. Where the hell is the transport I requested?"

The vampyr general was tall, even by Vhammpyrian standards. Fully 7'9", he was a sight rarely seen in the lands of men. Aside from his height and dead-white skin, he looked like any other human.......if humans had fangs. His eyes, blood red, feline pupils dilating, glared with the inbred hatred of things human, but Dracombi hid it well.

"Sybele, it looks like some sort of vehicle is headed our way."

The Queen said, "About friggin' time! Who in hell do they think is standing here, a fucking housewife?"

A smile from Dracombi. "Patience, m'lady. These ViZionarians don't possess much in the way of culture or manners. But theyv'e been part of the Empire's history a lot longer than we have."

"Hmmmfff....true. Nonetheless, I'm going to have to show them how to treat a Queen when we get to the capital........................"

ViZion Airspace



King Johnrey Baliwas and President Darren Anselmo is onboard a fully customized Boeing 747 called the "Imperial 747", as the 747 neared the airport, the delegates on the plane is fussing about the issue they left behind the Philippiniada which is about a mad doctor, the purpose of attending this Christmas party is to gather allies and support against the doctor.

Skies over Vitalita, ViZion

"Grennu, noi sorchecci." the flight stewardess of the Royal Jet told the King and the Duke.
("Your Majesties, we had landed.")

"Veriace," the King replied. "Gradi, noi craittecho in mentre."
("Very well... Thank you, we'll be coming in a while.")

The flight stewardess left their private cabin. As the door closed, the King slapped the sleeping Duke's upper arm. "I, Adam, noi s'sum!"
("Hey, Adam, we're here!")

The Duke woke up and rubbed his eyes. "Noi s'sum?"
("We're here?")

"Buh," the King replied laughing, "e uipece con sulvo che nostra caro."
("Duh... and wipe that drool off your face.")

Adam reached out for a piece of tissue and cleaned his face. Kyle knew that Adam drools when he sleeps, and never ceases to make fun of it. He was about to give his usual retort, but he remembered that they were supposed to be dignified. He is, after all, the Duke of Trascara, the Lord Protector of the monarchy, and with him is his childhood friend and best buddy, the King of Brutland and Norden. They had known each other since, like... they were babies. As such, they treated each other like brothers.

The two nineteen-year-old bachelors fixed themselves up, preparing to going out of the plane and into the foreign land for an international Christmas Party.

"Tu tottece me oadassece mi reno in hoci parte?" Kyle asked jokingly. He knew that the people attending would most probably be twice, thrice or four times their age. So, no queen there.
("You think I can find my queen in this party?")

"Tu s'debrascha per a reno?" Adam said as he fixed his tie.
("You are desperate for a queen?")

"De," Kyle said as he styled his blond hair. His mother, the Queen Mother of Brutland and Norden, insisted that he must not style it with a faux mohawk just like he does in his country, but what the heck, his mother's not there anyway. "Tu innece, me seche la parte Natala Reala hoci anno differentecche, ceremenenossecche."
("No... you know what, I would want this year's Royal Christmas Party to be different, make it less formal.")

"Me lerrece per passe," the Duke said, "non me dubbiece noi sgecho con in hoci parte. Gecu e ci lasce garece la ledarettu."
("I'm all for that... but I doubt we'd be getting that in this party. Come on and let's meet the leaders.")

The two boys finished grooming themselves, went to the plane's exit and started to come down the stairs.

Welcome!

Speeding through the skies at Mach .8, the private jet droned on as it acclerated towards ViZion.

"All preparations are ready, Mr. Dagg." said the attendant, who just happened to be a thin blond. "We've submitted air-travel plans to their Air-Traffic Control."

"Good. Now get some 30-year-old aged scotch please." The Minister, Cyran Dagg, was shaking. There were a few problems that he had left behind in Shansekia, and they could end up pretty bad while he was out of communication.

The private jet prepared to land at Vitalita International.

The Komekong Governments private plane was beggining te landin procedure.
"Oh, I'm a bit nervous" Zun Yaya said, holding her hands in her knee.

"There is nothing to worry about, miss Yaya" Kzel Koh Braah replied.

"Oh I Know sir, but this is the first abroad part I've been to. It is an major political event!"

"Oh don't be silly miss, It's just a christmas party, and you have been on loads of them, don't remember you have been the Manager of the New England district. And..." he leaned forward. "Remeber that you are goig to be the prettiest lady on that party" he said and smiled. Zun smiled back, before realising who he was and thurned her eyes back in to her knee.

"We are now landing, mr Koh Braah, miss Yaya, please fasten seat belts and prepare" the pilot told them. Zun quickly fastened her belt and hold her hands for the ears, because she really hated all the noise and shakings when the plane landed.

((Due to my limited knowledge of the Dutch language, green text is in dutch))

23:00
Dutch Airspace
Near Amsterdam International Airport

"Isn't it nice that we can enjoy a christmas party in another country?" the king asked to his family members, trying to start conversation.

"I certainly think so. After all, being royalty doesn't exactly allow us to enjoy ourselves much, does it?" the Queen Consort replied.

"Well, I like running my Province. Father, why not change the name of the Provinces to Duchies?" the 32-year-old Grand Duke said reluctantly creating more conversation.

"Son, I've gon over this again. If we call them Duchies, first the international community will react to my absolute monarchy and second the citizens might start a revolution. Even worse, Yanitaria or Stokmolvi or some other communist might support said revolution. You heard what happened Surailia." the King answered politely.

"Well, I still need my sleep. I'm gonna try and get some rest. Could you instruct one of the royal guards to wake me up if we land while I'm still sleeping?" the Grand Duke said, with a slight yawn at the end.

"Of course dear," the Queen said lovingly.

-----

7:00 or 8:00 (not sure the timezone)
Just after landing
Vitalita International

"That was a nice plane ride, don't you think Willem?" the King asked his son as they were leaving their Bombardier GlobalExpress, donated by RoyalBenenluxAir in exchange for the use of 'Royal' in their name. That was how the Royal Family got a lot of merchandise.

"I suppose so but I still don't think I'll enjoy this more than running East Luxembourg," the Grand Duke replied.

"But all the international leaders shall be there. I do think it's a great oppurtunity for diplomatic relations. You might even meet a nice Royal girl."

The three members of the Royal family made their way into the area of the motor boats, followed closely by their bodyguards. They hoped that they weren't too late in arriving, after all they had made it quite last minute. The royal family knew Dutch, English and French. It was useful for talking with other diplomats.

Sitting in the Cockpit of his private Jet, hurtling towards ViZion, Captain Lionel Johnson, Head of Special Operations, Meadonia was not a happy man. He turned to his co-pilot:

"Why do we attend these events? I mean, it's not as if they've got anything we want, or anything. And, more importantly, why me!?"

He sighed. This was not his kind of fight. Sure, the man could deal with war zones; situations no man would envy. He'd seen things that would make men sick to the stomach. But the icy coldness of diplomacy over shrimp cocktails held a indiscribable terror for him.

"Time, sir."

He stood up, heading towards the body of the plane. As he pulled the cockpit door open, he turned back to his co-pilot one final time.

"If you scratch this bird, young man, it's coming out of your allowance."

The co-pilot sniggered. "Good luck sir"

-

"Come on boys, time to get moving."

Johnson indicated to the two muscular security men that they should get up. Although they weren't his first choice, they certainly...he couldn't thing of the word for it. They exerted an influence of soughts, a barely contained anger, a sense that these were men who would break your neck soon as look at you. Next to them, a quite spoken man like the Captain seemed all the more commanding and threatening.

"If we're gonna do this damn thing, let's at least make a scene!"

And with that he grabbed his parachute and jumped out of the plane. As the black parachute of the Special Forces billowed out behind him, he thought to himself "This might just be okay."

The Czar sat in his private jet listening to "Sweetest Girl" by Akon (the hottest track in Theoroshia). His aide entered and stood beside him.

"Comrade Czar, we will be landing soon."

The Czar nodded. "Good. Prepare the casks of vodka and rum, comrades. Let's get this party started!"

The Vetalian delegation arrived on one of the government's private jets, a lavish A380 converted to the private use of the Praetor and his staff. The three men were all dressed in their finest black tie, with additional clothing always on hand in the event that their finest white tie was necessary. They had all commissioned new formalwear earlier in the week, including brand-new overcoats and scarves in the event of inclement weather. There was nothing more unpleasant to the tropical Vetalians than cold weather, especially when they were not prepared for it.

The deep black color and rich fabrics of their tuxedos were a striking sight, especially when contrasted to the rich cotton marcella of their shirts, each a work of art in and of themselves. All three wore cufflinks corresponding to their position; the Praetor wore platinum cufflinks with a beautifully cut diamond mounted in each, while the Chairman and Proconsul both wore gold inlaid with lapis lazuli. The three had estimated conservatively that they were each wearing something more or less equal to the combined incomes of an entire small town of Cazelians.

"Bespoke tailoring in Vetalia City, using materials produced by hand and century-old Venetic cufflinks tends to be quite pricey. It's worth it, though...no doubt this outfit will make quite a good impression on the more proletarian attendees. I wonder if they know just how few people are even well-connected enough to get their measurements taken by Kazumov, let alone tailored by him? The waiting list is reported to stretch back to before the Revolution...the only way you can move up is with the right connections."

"Yes, that's quite true. It took me fifteen years to meet with Kazumov, but ever since I became Praetor it's a lot easier to schedule appointments. I think we've all done him some nice favors while in office?"
"Like waiving his massive back-tax bill? The guy's been in arrears since 1959."
The Chairman added, recalling smugly that the back taxes were well over a billion rubles, almost Mr. Kazumov's entire net worth.

"Now, Pyotr, you and the Praetor aren't entirely responsible. Remember, it's me who can get the things he needs in to the country without all of those damn taxes. I found a way for him to procure some very rare fabrics, mostly old Hatarian stuff...not much of that survived their destruction, you know. Not to mention they were antiquities, which are supposed to be illegal, but what the inspectors don't know won't hurt them. After all, I wouldn't have this fine handkerchief if it weren't for my foresight..."

"Still, I don't know how anyone would want to wear...."

The Praetor was cut short by the landing signal. He said nothing more but quickly returned to his seat and buckled his seatbelt. One might think he was afraid to fly if they were not aware of the cargo his plane was carrying. The plane landed softly, and came to a stop at the airport. Almost immediately, a crew member rushed in to the cabin and reported the cargo was fully secure and undamaged. Outside, they heard the sounds of their baggage being unloaded, and the very deliberate sound of very fine wine being unloaded from its own cargo bay.

"They're good...I was worried we'd lose a few bottles of Primakov in the landing, but looks like it's all there. I'm very surprised, to say the least. I guess we'll have it all on hand for the party."

Vitalita airport

Will Riddle's plane finally landed after a long flight. He grabbed his brief case and walked out of the plane and also he motioned his guards to follow him.

OOC: Is there a limo waiting for him?

OOC: No, nothing RP'd at least. I'm not so much focusing on RPing the transportation of everyone as I am the actual party itself.

Airport

Will Riddle got into a limo waiting for him and they headed off to the party. This was the same limo as the limo his son used days ago to go to a international school here.

Vitalita International Airport



The ViZion Airport Employees applauded the landing of the "Imperial 747", as the King and President of the Philippiniada descended from the 747, they were saluted and welcomed by the soldiers of the ViZion Army, as they exited the airport, they are respected by the ViZion Citizens, they boarded a limo going to the venue of the Christmas Party

As people would begin to arrive, the scene was fully Christmas. As the light faded in the sky, Christmas lights filled every tree and wrapped every structure. Christmas music filled the air, as did the smell of food.

Various Christmas symbols filled the island such as Baby Jesus. In the center of the island, just out front of the World Central Plaza Building was a 25' tall Christmas trees, and included a gift for every attendee under it.

The group of Ithsamnians exited the plane and got into a limo waiting for them.

Outside Vitalita International Airport
The black limo drove down the streets, towards the party.
"Oh, uth xandu!" Zun said while watching the decorated city.
(Oh, it's so beutiful!)

"Oi utha sing Yaya, ex hoyona atath xone britaij" Kzel replied.
(Yes it is miss Yaya, but let's speak english now.)

"Oh, yes of course sir" Zun replied and then blushed a little, when she saw Kzel looking in to her eyes.

OOC: Guys, feel free to RP your arrival to World Central Plaza island, at which point I'll be greeting you.. otherwise, it's kinda hard to greet you with you driving through Vitalita, heh.

The Ithsamnians got out of the car “Where is everybody” Saggo asked looking around the courtyard with only ViZion servants and Tanner present.

“Probably just haven’t got here yet Saggo calm down” said Epidia

“The first time I’ve ever gone anywhere and been the first to show up” said Theld

“That’s because you’re a military advisor cousin you don’t go anywhere important” said Saggo teasingly.

OOC: first time RPing so many people used to just one person tell me if I suck at it

The Ithsamnians got out of the car “Where is everybody” Saggo asked looking around the courtyard with only ViZion servants and Tanner present.

“Probably just haven’t got here yet Saggo calm down” said Epidia

“The first time I’ve ever gone anywhere and been the first to show up” said Theld

“That’s because you’re a military advisor cousin you don’t go anywhere important” said Saggo teasingly.

OOC: first time RPing so many people used to just one person tell me if I suck at it
"Welcome, welcome!" exclaimed President Kilo, "You must be Saggo and Epidia! It is a pleasure meeting you two in person! I am President Kilo, but please - just call me Tannor. It's nice to be able to go on a first name basis." he said, extending his hand for a shake to Epidia first, then Saggo, with a large grin.

"Welcome, welcome!" exclaimed President Kilo, "You must be Saggo and Epidia! It is a pleasure meeting you two in person! I am President Kilo, but please - just call me Tannor. It's nice to be able to go on a first name basis." he said, extending his hand for a shake to Epidia first, then Saggo, with a large grin.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person too.” said Saggo taking Tannor’s hand

“I’m Theld Saggo’s cousin and military advisor” said Theld

“And I’m his wife Kalia” said Kalia

OOC: Woops, I didn't notice Theld's comment
IC:
"It's very nice meeting you guys! You're the first to arrive. Although, I've been told many are in route and should be here within the next half hour." Tanner Kilo said.

A long black limousine approached, the glittering chrome and retro-futuristic stylings marking it as the property of a Vetalian; few countries were as consumed with the movement as Vetalia, which was seeing a revival of styles from the 1950's, especially the more extravagant decadence of high society on the eve of the turbulent 1960's. In fact, his vehicle was a 1959 ZIL-114, the former property of the first post-Revolution Praetor, Vasily Petrov...a very valuable collector's item that he had obtained through several "creative" transactions through the Vetalian National Archives.

The vehicle came to a slow, graceful stop, and out emerged the three officials, escorted by a bevy of smaller officials that would serve as their personal staff for the course of the party. The Praetor approached first, greeting President Kilo by extending a stereotypically Vetalian hand, pale, slim and perfectly manicured. His officials did the same shortly thereafter. When the Praetor spoke, his voice had the rather unctuous tone that most Vetalians used when greeting a well-respected colleague.

"Ah, President Kilo. I'm quite pleased that you've decided to hold an event to celebrate the holidays; back in Vetalia, we're getting ready for Festivi a Novu Anuae, the old Venetic winter celebrations held from December 23rd to January 1st. I've always found it odd that we celebrate the Venetic holidays using their Venetic names when only a handful of our citizens are descended from that culture, but it's still a good time either way."

"So, how are things in ViZion?"

A long black limousine approached, the glittering chrome and retro-futuristic stylings marking it as the property of a Vetalian; few countries were as consumed with the movement as Vetalia, which was seeing a revival of styles from the 1950's, especially the more extravagant decadence of high society on the eve of the turbulent 1960's. In fact, his vehicle was a 1959 ZIL-114, the former property of the first post-Revolution Praetor, Vasily Petrov...a very valuable collector's item that he had obtained through several "creative" transactions through the Vetalian National Archives.

The vehicle came to a slow, graceful stop, and out emerged the three officials, escorted by a bevy of smaller officials that would serve as their personal staff for the course of the party. The Praetor approached first, greeting President Kilo by extending a stereotypically Vetalian hand, pale, slim and perfectly manicured. His officials did the same shortly thereafter. When the Praetor spoke, his voice had the rather unctuous tone that most Vetalians used when greeting a well-respected colleague.

"Ah, President Kilo. I'm quite pleased that you've decided to hold an event to celebrate the holidays; back in Vetalia, we're getting ready for Festivi a Novu Anuae, the old Venetic winter celebrations held from December 23rd to January 1st. I've always found it odd that we celebrate the Venetic holidays using their Venetic names when only a handful of our citizens are descended from that culture, but it's still a good time either way."

"So, how are things in ViZion?"
"Praetor Melnikov, it is nice to meet you in person." President Kilo said, receiving the handshakes. "And you can call me Tanner. Festivi a Novu Anuae, hmm? Interesting, I may have to sometime take a visit during your holiday once I'm an Elder Statesmen. Then I shall have much more time to relax and enjoy the whole celebration. It must be a great time back home during the Festivi a Novu Anuae, yes?" he inquired.

"Alas, things are going well. Our economy is doing excellent, as normal. Though I hear lots about other government officials rather... upset over our economic success, being in Africa. It's to bad so many do not feel Africa should be allowed to prosper. We're also, of course, always working around trying to avoid various wars over various issues. We nearly entered one with an Islamic nation, Turka-Sir - you probably have heard of them with their recent terrorist-lead rebellion. Two ViZionarians, including a high school student, were beheaded. Alas, now that government has all but been killed off, and the situation is spinning out of control there. So, we shall not involve ourselves in their internal affairs at this time - the murderers have been killed.

How is Vetalia, though? Things going smoothly as usual back home?" Tanner Kilo asked.

A taxi pulled up, and Lord Sumguy stepped out, dressed in a simple but elegant black suit and looking rather amused by the extravegance of those around him. Am i the only one here who doesnt feel the need to waste taxpayers' money everywhere I go?

He walked forward, feeling very alone and uncomfortable without the presence of either his wife or his bodyguard, the latter of which had recently disappeared after twenty years of the two working together.

A taxi pulled up, and Lord Sumguy stepped out, dressed in a simple but elegant black suit and looking rather amused by the extravegance of those around him. Am i the only one here who doesnt feel the need to waste taxpayers' money everywhere I go?

He walked forward, feeling very alone and uncomfortable without the presence of either his wife or his bodyguard, the latter of which had recently disappeared after twenty years of the two working together.
"Lord Sumguy, yes?" asked President Tanner Kilo, "Nice to meet you. I'm President Kilo - but feel free to call me Tanner." he said, stretching out his hand for a shake and offering up a warm and welcoming smile.

The boys from Brutland and Norden arrived in the official limousine of the Royal Nord-Brutlandese Embassy to ViZion, accompanied by Ambassador Bruno Canellotti. It took them a while to get to the place, their driver was lost, as all of them were quite new to the city and the country.

Nineteen-year-old King Kyle II of Brutland and Norden stepped out of the limousine, not even waiting for Ambassador Canellotti or the driver to open His Majesty's door. King Kyle II knew how to open a car door anyway. The Nord-Brutlandese King disliked outright formality and exudes the aura of a more modern, youthful monarch - things that endeared him to the younger generation of Nord-Brutlandese (not to mention his trademark faux mohawk blond hair; the blond is natural, the faux mohawk isn't, which isn't appropriate for royals, the Queen Mother would say). So right now he stood there, smiling at people and dignitaries while waiting for his entourage to come out of the limousine.

The Lord Protector, Adam Porscale V, Duke of Trascara, came out next, carrying his cousin, the four-year-old Ramone Porscale Canellotti. The ambassador's two other children went out next, accompanied by their mother, Maria Caterina Porscale Canellotti, who is also the ambassador's wife and Duke Adam V's aunt. The ambassador joined them after a few moments.

OOC. Oops, sorry if I hadn't informed you, the ambassador and his family is part of the entourage. Just so the boys from Brutland and Norden won't get lost... or drunk. ;)

Captain Johnson descended quickly towards World Central Plaza. Already he could see various dignitaries arriving in their limousines - a pointless show of extravagence, but he could see their reasoning. These were men who ran the world from beside a pool, who planned wars over scotch. They'd probably never done a real day's work in their lives!

"And these are the people I must be-friend," he thought.

That said he really wasn't much better. Parachuting in; what was he thinking! The boys at HQ must've been laughing when they came up with that one. Still...he couldn't deny the psychological affect it would have. Kind of James Bond-esque...

Feeling the ground beneath him, he executed a perfect, well practiced roll, and came up standing, dumping the parachute behind him as he strode towards the main entrance. Behind him, his security detail landed with slightly less finesse.

They had arrived.

The limo stopped when arriving to the plaza. CEO Kzel Koh-Braah went out first and opened the door for Zun Yaya. He then offered her his arm as they walked against the other guests.

"Doesn't this all look pretty? Maybe we should have Christmas parties back in Fou Pen?" Zun said.

"I don't think so Zun, it's a very small minority of the Komenease people who celebrate Christmas anyway. Now just remember your manners. This is probably one of these countrys where you have to act like a full-blood royal." Kzel replied.

"Yes sir, I will remember that"

"You don't have to call me sir here Zun. Just call me Kzel"

"Yes si... uhm, Kzel"

The couple approached the other guests.

OOC:Just a head's up My Country is a combination of several Alternate Dimensions of human history
(the process is too lengthy to enumerate right now) All these game universes have converged to form my nation...(actually we don't exist in any part of the world we just open a dimension gate for us to pass through)

IC:President Raynor's UNSC Cruiser Had reached the outermost bounds of Vizon airspace. Flanked by 2 CZARs (Halo and Supreme commander Super units lol) The UNSC Cruiser sat there hovering. A few minutes later He had boarded his personal Viking (SC2 unit) and it had assembled into a Flight wing along with Protoss scouts and a Dropship containing his gifts to the other attending diplomats. He was granted clearance and given a place to land....
After a few hours later Raynor was on the ground. A attendant arrived and told him his limo was ready...Oh yes do lead the way was his response...He was looking forward to tonight. As the limo surged forward His Security detail arrived. Several Protoss Zealots kept pace with the limo along with several vultures...Lastly but not least the elite Darktemplar kept pace from a reasonable distance undetectable by the naked eye....

The jet plummeted out of the sky as if drunk. Three barrel roles and an eight-G stall preceded the three-point landing on the runway in ViZion. Four miles behind the Queen, two more fighter-jets asked for and received clearance to land. Their's was far less dramatic than the first.

The scarlet Mamba had finally ceased taxi-ing and out of the rear cockpit a tall, somber man jumped onto the wing, then onto the ground. He looked around, noticing the other Aeternu jets beginning their approach. Glancing up at the pilot's seat, he nodded. The pilot jumped up out of her seat and scrambled down to stand beside the man.

The man gave a short bow of his head and said, "Quite the landing, Majesty. Had I been human I would have brought up my lunch."

She gave him a sharp look. "Number one, cut the 'majesty' crap. Save it for the party, or ball, or whatever the hell it is we're here for. Number two, if you had brought up your lunch, it would have been particularly disgusting given the shit you people eat. Number three, when the ShadowGuard and Jhane get here, have 'em bring my shit up to me. As much as I'd like to be casual, I do have an image to uphold."

Sybele Tantas, Queen of the Priory of Aeternu, Duchess of Sarasai, widow of the late Prior of Aeternu, captain of the Scarlet Mambas was a sight to see.

The Royal AirForce jumpsuit did little to hide her figure and as she pulled off her helmet, her dark, raven tresses fell to her shoulders, streaks of red and blue showing here and there. The blue eyes stood out like two cobalt spheres in a dusky, olive complexion. Her only adornment was the gilded necklace given to her by her late husband.

"Dracombi, let's get this show on the road. Where the hell is the transport I requested?"

The vampyr general was tall, even by Vhammpyrian standards. Fully 7'9", he was a sight rarely seen in the lands of men. Aside from his height and dead-white skin, he looked like any other human.......if humans had fangs. His eyes, blood red, feline pupils dilating, glared with the inbred hatred of things human, but Dracombi hid it well.

"Sybele, it looks like some sort of vehicle is headed our way."

The Queen said, "About friggin' time! Who in hell do they think is standing here, a fucking housewife?"

A smile from Dracombi. "Patience, m'lady. These ViZionarians don't possess much in the way of culture or manners. But theyv'e been part of the Empire's history a lot longer than we have."

"Hmmmfff....true. Nonetheless, I'm going to have to show them how to treat a Queen when we get to the capital........................"



Sybele waited impatiently for the chauffer to put her bags in the limo. "Excuse me, driver? What the hell's taking so long?" When there was no answer forthcoming, she snapped. Jumping out of the back seat, she yanked open the driver's-side door, turned the key and yelled, "General! Your'e riding shotgun! Get in!" Dracombi barely had the door closed when she hit the gas, leaving a trail of burnt rubber behind her. Along with the chauffer who stood there scratching his head.

"Goddam idiot! What the hell is it with these people?"

Dracombi sighed. "Sybele, your'e going to have to be a bit more circumspect at this gathering. There will be many dignitaries there, some of whom are indirectly allied to Aeternu. It will not do to be so brusque with them as with the driver."

"Don't worry, General. You know me. Sweet and mannerly when necessary." She slowed as they neared a huge building. "I guess this is the place. Get hold of the ShadowGuard and tell them to get their asses here on the double. " She peered off into the distance. "I assume that's Kilo over there, talking to all the hoighty-toighties. Tell you what, go greet him and tell him I'll be there shortly. I'm gonna change in the car."

Dracombi headed over to the line waiting to greet the ViZionarian president while the Queen doffed her jumpsuit and squeezed herself into a custom made dove-grey silk gown which clung to her like a second skin. A diamond and ruby necklace with matching earrings went on next. A quick touching-up of her makeup and a shake of her head to settle her hair, and she was ready to meet the world.

She waited in line to meet Kilo, which took just a few minutes. As she and Dracombi came close to him, she held out her hand. "President Kilo! I'm very pleased to meet you. I am Sybele Tantas of Aeternu and this is High General Dracombi of Vhammpyr. We are very pleased to be here in this beautiful nation."

IC:As they arrived at the building The protoss scouts Did a splendid air show above their heads....Jim Raynor stepped out of the limo and turned to the nearest zealot and told them to secure the area. The zealot nodded and snapped his fingers..2 Zealots moved to the president's sides. the rest of his out fit resumed Overwatch and perimeter security around the event...Just to be on the safe side Raynor deployed several Observers from the USMC around the general area to sweep for hidden threats...they picked up several figures cloaked making a perimeter around the area...He began to issue an order when he noticed the diplomat from Aeternu something about her seemed familliar...something that doesn't entirely feel right...

OOC United gaming Leauge it is wise to sign and wait to get the ok before posting in the ic thread

Huh? I thought IC ment in character :confused::confused:

Huh? I thought IC ment in character :confused::confused:

OOC did you look at the first post at the top it has the sign up thread link where you have to sign

K i signed now...Waiting for approval.

A small private jet touched down at the Vitalita International Airport. As it stopped, four men walked out to a waiting limousine. Three of them was obvious lifeguards, looking like typical iron-pumpers. The last man was slimmer and shorter and wore a more expensive suit. The vehicle speeded away towards the party.

"Lord Sumguy, yes?" asked President Tanner Kilo, "Nice to meet you. I'm President Kilo - but feel free to call me Tanner." he said, stretching out his hand for a shake and offering up a warm and welcoming smile.

"A pleasure to met you sir." The Hegemon replied, shaking the President's hand and smiling in turn. "Any idea how many people will be coming to this event?"

Driving quietly, the hybrid limosuine (OOC: How the f do I spell it?) pulled up at the world central plaza. 3 passengers got out. As the car pulled out:

"Hey, Johnson." said Minister Cyran. "This is a nice place, eh? Get some sketches. A little bit of this design could help the capital's look."

"Sure, sir." Johnson, hired for his adept drawing skills, idmediatley began scribbling down sketches and notes.

"Man, I think they went a bit overboard. Oh well, it IS the season of GIVING stuff...to us guests. Smith, you got the package, right?"

"Yes sir." said the burly guard, sometimes nicknamed "all-brawn-all-brain" for his anti-steryotypical mix of brawn and brains. "Got it right next to the S86. Which is unloaded, of course."

"Good. Let's get moving."

IC:

A F-4D Phantom II rolled out of the sky, and did a low supersonic pass of the runway, before pulling up and making a go around, and then it landed, and the pilot hit the drag chute button..

President John Arnold jumped out of the jet, in his tuxedo, and he left the helmet on top of the front windscreen.

He arrived at the party, and hopefully someone would notice his arrival.

"Praetor Melnikov, it is nice to meet you in person." President Kilo said, receiving the handshakes. "And you can call me Tanner. Festivi a Novu Anuae, hmm? Interesting, I may have to sometime take a visit during your holiday once I'm an Elder Statesmen. Then I shall have much more time to relax and enjoy the whole celebration. It must be a great time back home during the Festivi a Novu Anuae, yes?" he inquired.

"Yes, quite exciting. If you're a linguistics man, you might be able to recognize the similarity between Venetic and Volscian, the language of the Londinians. Unfortunately, their country is...compromised...and it's been a while since we've had much interaction. Rather a shame, especially for the five or six million Londinian-Vetalians in our country."

I]"Alas, things are going well. Our economy is doing excellent, as normal. Though I hear lots about other government officials rather... upset over our economic success, being in Africa. It's to bad so many do not feel Africa should be allowed to prosper. We're also, of course, always working around trying to avoid various wars over various issues. We nearly entered one with an Islamic nation, Turka-Sir - you probably have heard of them with their recent terrorist-lead rebellion. Two ViZionarians, including a high school student, were beheaded. Alas, now that government has all but been killed off, and the situation is spinning out of control there. So, we shall not involve ourselves in their internal affairs at this time - the murderers have been killed.

"Yes, I've heard of that; we've made sure that our country's citizens are safely out of the area, and we've granted diplomatic asylum to nationals from other countries trying to escape via our embassies. It's a concerning situation, especially if it spirals out of control; nonetheless, we've preferred to remain out of the situation...our country is not in any position to really get involved in their problems, especially with all of the problems still left over from our encounter with Gholgoth."

How is Vetalia, though? Things going smoothly as usual back home?"[/I] Tanner Kilo asked.

"Relatively, yes. We've suffered some considerable losses, including the cessation of Northern Vetalia to Crimmond and the destruction of Sevastopol, but by and large this government has been able to offset the worst of it. We had a mild recession after the war ended, but by now we're on the road to recovery...there's still a lot of tension between our countries, though."

"However, my government has been working to repair relations with Gholgoth...I've even requested permission to enter Gholgoth Minor, a bold move but one that's absolutely necessar. Close ties between Vetalia and Crimmond would effectively move the entire Mediterranean region in to our sphere of control."

"On the colonial side, things are going very well, better than they have in a while. We've launched a significant land-reclamation program to expand our offshore territories, mostly because they're running out of room. We want to triple the size of our island in Yarkai, double the size of Makaar, and begin some terraforming in the deserts of the Everdunes out in New Scotland."

Lord Sumguy noticed the Calizaorinstani President, and walked over to greet him. "Good to see you here, John!" He said, offering his hand to be shaken. "I need to speak with you regarding Greal, and action that may soon need to be taken regarding Sarah Hasely."

After the boat ride, the King, Queen and Grand Duke got into a limosine waiting for them. The drive was short and sweet but necessary in order to arrive in style. The old King and Queen and their son got out and noticed that many of the people had already arrived. After the royalty was out their protectors left the vehicle and closely protected the officials.

"Greg, my staff," the King requested. The bodyguard took it out and gave it to the ruler. Willem V had a purple cloak with white faux fur lining inside. With in this he wore a tuxedo. He had a fancy crown on his head and his wife was dressed similarly. The main difference was the black gown and ruby earings. Their son wore his black tuxedo. Willem VI had a no cloak, he felt it was unnecessary. His father had told him that it was a 'King' thing.

"Oh look, there must be President Kilo. He has so many people around him." Sophia said quietly to her husband.

"Yes, let's go greet him," was the King's response.

"I don't think there is another suitable Queen in the Plaza," grumbled the Grand Duke,"Atleast I'll already know these people when I become King."

Seal of the Dominion (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/gdi.gif)

Though it is with deep regret that he cannot attend, President R.L. of the Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter would like to wish President Tanner Kilo and all other foreign dignitaries attending the party Season's Greetings and a very Merry Christmas.

Despite being occupied with the usual trials and tribulations of running a nation that you are quite familiar with, he wanted to take the time on behalf of the Dominion and the United Defense Directorate to express his gladness towards this occasion of Christmas cheer.

With all of the negative things happening in the world, the President feels that now more than ever should nations come together in fellowship to celebrate this most festive holiday.

In conclusion, President R.L. bids all guests a Merry Christmas and a happy, healthy, and prosperous New Year.

Message transferred courtesy of the Dominion Consulate.

IC:Jim began to make his way towards what appears to be a large crowd. He noticed President Kilo's face. The Other Dignitaries parted to allow him to shake hands with President Kilo....Greetings President Kilo..he began. I am President Jim Raynor of The UGL may i say this is quite a party...Reminds me of back home....and he reached out his hand to be shaken

OOC: I'm cleaning house right now, give me til tonight to RP welcoming your people... for now, consider it as already being welcomed and you can meet up with eachother.

The boys from Brutland and Norden arrived in the official limousine of the Royal Nord-Brutlandese Embassy to ViZion, accompanied by Ambassador Bruno Canellotti. It took them a while to get to the place, their driver was lost, as all of them were quite new to the city and the country.

Nineteen-year-old King Kyle II of Brutland and Norden stepped out of the limousine, not even waiting for Ambassador Canellotti or the driver to open His Majesty's door. King Kyle II knew how to open a car door anyway. The Nord-Brutlandese King disliked outright formality and exudes the aura of a more modern, youthful monarch - things that endeared him to the younger generation of Nord-Brutlandese (not to mention his trademark faux mohawk blond hair; the blond is natural, the faux mohawk isn't, which isn't appropriate for royals, the Queen Mother would say). So right now he stood there, smiling at people and dignitaries while waiting for his entourage to come out of the limousine.

The Lord Protector, Adam Porscale V, Duke of Trascara, came out next, carrying his cousin, the four-year-old Ramone Porscale Canellotti. The ambassador's two other children went out next, accompanied by their mother, Maria Caterina Porscale Canellotti, who is also the ambassador's wife and Duke Adam V's aunt. The ambassador joined them after a few moments.

OOC. Oops, sorry if I hadn't informed you, the ambassador and his family is part of the entourage. Just so the boys from Brutland and Norden won't get lost... or drunk. ;)
President Tanner Kilo saw them arriving and approached the group. "Hello, welcome to ViZion! It's nice to meet you, you're from Brutland and Norden, correct?" he asked.

The Limo of the President and the King is quietly moving to the Central Plaza, the President and the King saw the beauty of the Capital of ViZion, and the monuments of President Kilo is seen around the city,


As the Limo stopped at the front of the World Central Plaza, they felt the spirit of Christmas, a sight that has not seen in the Empire, although they celebrate Christmas, as they exited the Limo, they saw President Kilo, they are awaiting the greetings of the most powerful man in ViZion

IC:hmmm yes...this shall be an interesting evening...I apologize if my Nation is not that well known for we have just opened a portal through this dimension only recently....and my nation's recent conflict with the zerg in the Voorseme Dimension has kept me busy. I am looking forward to the evening and perhaps....a strong partnership in the future?

Johnson could see all the delegates gathering before a man who he assumed must of been President Kilo. He looked calm, in command, but Johnson could notice the strain of his duties as host where begining to get to him. "And why wouldn't they," he thought, "the man has some of the world's most important officials present. If tradgedy where to strike!"

He made his way over to the group. Noticing the delegates from Komekong, he made his way towards them.

"Good evening, sir and m'am; I must say that it's good to see someone I recognise. Do you come to these things often?"

OOC: catch up time...

The Song O come, let us adore Him played.

O Come All Ye Faithful
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of Angels;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

O Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing all that hear in heaven God's holy word.
Give to our Father glory in the Highest;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

All Hail! Lord, we greet Thee,
Born this happy morning,
O Jesus! for evermore be Thy name adored.
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
(Instramental (http://www.carols.org.uk/o_come_all_ye_faithfu1.htm))

Captain Johnson descended quickly towards World Central Plaza. Already he could see various dignitaries arriving in their limousines - a pointless show of extravagence, but he could see their reasoning. These were men who ran the world from beside a pool, who planned wars over scotch. They'd probably never done a real day's work in their lives!

"And these are the people I must be-friend," he thought.

That said he really wasn't much better. Parachuting in; what was he thinking! The boys at HQ must've been laughing when they came up with that one. Still...he couldn't deny the psychological affect it would have. Kind of James Bond-esque...

Feeling the ground beneath him, he executed a perfect, well practiced roll, and came up standing, dumping the parachute behind him as he strode towards the main entrance. Behind him, his security detail landed with slightly less finesse.

They had arrived.
"Quite the entrance there." said President Tanner Kilo, "Welcome to ViZion! I'm Tanner Kilo."

The limo stopped when arriving to the plaza. CEO Kzel Koh-Braah went out first and opened the door for Zun Yaya. He then offered her his arm as they walked against the other guests.

"Doesn't this all look pretty? Maybe we should have Christmas parties back in Fou Pen?" Zun said.

"I don't think so Zun, it's a very small minority of the Komenease people who celebrate Christmas anyway. Now just remember your manners. This is probably one of these countrys where you have to act like a full-blood royal." Kzel replied.

"Yes sir, I will remember that"

"You don't have to call me sir here Zun. Just call me Kzel"

"Yes si... uhm, Kzel"

The couple approached the other guests.
"Welcome to ViZion. I'm Tanner Kilo." President Kilo said, welcoming the guests.

Sybele waited impatiently for the chauffer to put her bags in the limo. "Excuse me, driver? What the hell's taking so long?" When there was no answer forthcoming, she snapped. Jumping out of the back seat, she yanked open the driver's-side door, turned the key and yelled, "General! Your'e riding shotgun! Get in!" Dracombi barely had the door closed when she hit the gas, leaving a trail of burnt rubber behind her. Along with the chauffer who stood there scratching his head.

"Goddam idiot! What the hell is it with these people?"

Dracombi sighed. "Sybele, your'e going to have to be a bit more circumspect at this gathering. There will be many dignitaries there, some of whom are indirectly allied to Aeternu. It will not do to be so brusque with them as with the driver."

"Don't worry, General. You know me. Sweet and mannerly when necessary." She slowed as they neared a huge building. "I guess this is the place. Get hold of the ShadowGuard and tell them to get their asses here on the double. " She peered off into the distance. "I assume that's Kilo over there, talking to all the hoighty-toighties. Tell you what, go greet him and tell him I'll be there shortly. I'm gonna change in the car."

Dracombi headed over to the line waiting to greet the ViZionarian president while the Queen doffed her jumpsuit and squeezed herself into a custom made dove-grey silk gown which clung to her like a second skin. A diamond and ruby necklace with matching earrings went on next. A quick touching-up of her makeup and a shake of her head to settle her hair, and she was ready to meet the world.

She waited in line to meet Kilo, which took just a few minutes. As she and Dracombi came close to him, she held out her hand. "President Kilo! I'm very pleased to meet you. I am Sybele Tantas of Aeternu and this is High General Dracombi of Vhammpyr. We are very pleased to be here in this beautiful nation."
"It's great to meet you, Sybele and Dracombi. I'm Tanner Kilo - as you probably figured, seeing as you've been waiting to talk to me. Welcome to ViZion. Can we get you anything?" he asked.

IC:As they arrived at the building The protoss scouts Did a splendid air show above their heads....Jim Raynor stepped out of the limo and turned to the nearest zealot and told them to secure the area. The zealot nodded and snapped his fingers..2 Zealots moved to the president's sides. the rest of his out fit resumed Overwatch and perimeter security around the event...Just to be on the safe side Raynor deployed several Observers from the USMC around the general area to sweep for hidden threats...they picked up several figures cloaked making a perimeter around the area...He began to issue an order when he noticed the diplomat from Aeternu something about her seemed familliar...something that doesn't entirely feel right...
"Welcome to ViZion. I'm Tanner Kilo." President Kilo said, offering his hand to shake.

"A pleasure to met you sir." The Hegemon replied, shaking the President's hand and smiling in turn. "Any idea how many people will be coming to this event?"
"We're expecting upwards of 25-30 or more. Should be a nice turnout." he said. "So how are things going in Lord Sumguy?" Tanner asked.

Driving quietly, the hybrid limosuine (OOC: How the f do I spell it?) pulled up at the world central plaza. 3 passengers got out. As the car pulled out:

"Hey, Johnson." said Minister Cyran. "This is a nice place, eh? Get some sketches. A little bit of this design could help the capital's look."

"Sure, sir." Johnson, hired for his adept drawing skills, idmediatley began scribbling down sketches and notes.

"Man, I think they went a bit overboard. Oh well, it IS the season of GIVING stuff...to us guests. Smith, you got the package, right?"

"Yes sir." said the burly guard, sometimes nicknamed "all-brawn-all-brain" for his anti-steryotypical mix of brawn and brains. "Got it right next to the S86. Which is unloaded, of course."

"Good. Let's get moving."
OOC: limousines ;)
IC:
"Welcome to ViZion! I'm Tanner Kilo. You seem to like the setup we have here." President Kilo said, offering his hand to shake while smiling.

IC:

A F-4D Phantom II rolled out of the sky, and did a low supersonic pass of the runway, before pulling up and making a go around, and then it landed, and the pilot hit the drag chute button..

President John Arnold jumped out of the jet, in his tuxedo, and he left the helmet on top of the front windscreen.

He arrived at the party, and hopefully someone would notice his arrival.
"President John Arnold I presume, yes? I'm Tanner Kilo. It's great to see you." he said with a smile. "Welcome to ViZion." he said, extending his hand.

A black limo followed by two MRAP vehicles pulled up in front of the party. President James Hogart, Vice Secretary Mary Portman and Council Memeber Kais Din'Ya stepped out of the car "I hope this is worth it..." Growled Kais "Try not to kill anything this time Kais, I'm not going to another funeral" Whispered Hogart

"Yes, quite exciting. If you're a linguistics man, you might be able to recognize the similarity between Venetic and Volscian, the language of the Londinians. Unfortunately, their country is...compromised...and it's been a while since we've had much interaction. Rather a shame, especially for the five or six million Londinian-Vetalians in our country.

Yes, I've heard of that; we've made sure that our country's citizens are safely out of the area, and we've granted diplomatic asylum to nationals from other countries trying to escape via our embassies. It's a concerning situation, especially if it spirals out of control; nonetheless, we've preferred to remain out of the situation...our country is not in any position to really get involved in their problems, especially with all of the problems still left over from our encounter with Gholgoth.

Relatively, yes. We've suffered some considerable losses, including the cessation of Northern Vetalia to Crimmond and the destruction of Sevastopol, but by and large this government has been able to offset the worst of it. We had a mild recession after the war ended, but by now we're on the road to recovery...there's still a lot of tension between our countries, though.

However, my government has been working to repair relations with Gholgoth...I've even requested permission to enter Gholgoth Minor, a bold move but one that's absolutely necessar. Close ties between Vetalia and Crimmond would effectively move the entire Mediterranean region in to our sphere of control.

On the colonial side, things are going very well, better than they have in a while. We've launched a significant land-reclamation program to expand our offshore territories, mostly because they're running out of room. We want to triple the size of our island in Yarkai, double the size of Makaar, and begin some terraforming in the deserts of the Everdunes out in New Scotland."
"Well, I certainly am glad to hear overall things are going well and in the right direction back in Vetalia. Next year, I'll make sure to visit to your winter celebrations! Quite the festival, yes?" Tanner said.

After the boat ride, the King, Queen and Grand Duke got into a limosine waiting for them. The drive was short and sweet but necessary in order to arrive in style. The old King and Queen and their son got out and noticed that many of the people had already arrived. After the royalty was out their protectors left the vehicle and closely protected the officials.

"Greg, my staff," the King requested. The bodyguard took it out and gave it to the ruler. Willem V had a purple cloak with white faux fur lining inside. With in this he wore a tuxedo. He had a fancy crown on his head and his wife was dressed similarly. The main difference was the black gown and ruby earings. Their son wore his black tuxedo. Willem VI had a no cloak, he felt it was unnecessary. His father had told him that it was a 'King' thing.

"Oh look, there must be President Kilo. He has so many people around him." Sophia said quietly to her husband.

"Yes, let's go greet him," was the King's response.

"I don't think there is another suitable Queen in the Plaza," grumbled the Grand Duke,"Atleast I'll already know these people when I become King."
"Hello there. I'm Tanner Kilo. Welcome to ViZion! I hope your trip in was good." President Kilo said, welcoming the three.

A black limo followed by two MRAP vehicles pulled up in front of the party. President James Hogart, Vice Secretary Mary Portman and Council Memeber Kais Din'Ya stepped out of the car "I hope this is worth it..." Growled Kais "Try not to kill anything this time Kais, I'm not going to another funeral" Whispered Hogart
"Welcome to ViZion! I'm Tanner Kilo. How are you guys doing?" asked President Kilo.

Seal of the Dominion (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/gdi.gif)

Though it is with deep regret that he cannot attend, President R.L. of the Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter would like to wish President Tanner Kilo and all other foreign dignitaries attending the party Season's Greetings and a very Merry Christmas.

Despite being occupied with the usual trials and tribulations of running a nation that you are quite familiar with, he wanted to take the time on behalf of the Dominion and the United Defense Directorate to express his gladness towards this occasion of Christmas cheer.

With all of the negative things happening in the world, the President feels that now more than ever should nations come together in fellowship to celebrate this most festive holiday.

In conclusion, President R.L. bids all guests a Merry Christmas and a happy, healthy, and prosperous New Year.

Message transferred courtesy of the Dominion Consulate.
We are sorry that you cannot attend. We, too, wish you a Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year!

The Limo of the President and the King is quietly moving to the Central Plaza, the President and the King saw the beauty of the Capital of ViZion, and the monuments of President Kilo is seen around the city,


As the Limo stopped at the front of the World Central Plaza, they felt the spirit of Christmas, a sight that has not seen in the Empire, although they celebrate Christmas, as they exited the Limo, they saw President Kilo, they are awaiting the greetings of the most powerful man in ViZion
OOC: There's no monuments of Kilo... though, there is one monument of who is widely viewed as our greatest president ever, President Hiro "Chiefy" Ando...
IC:
"Welcome to ViZion! I am Tanner Kilo. Can we get you anything?" President Kilo asked while offering a hand shake.

Will Riddle arrived at the party at last, his body guards followed him 5 paces behind. His aides also followed Will.

Will Riddle arrived at the party at last, his body guards followed him 5 paces behind. His aides also followed Will.
"Will, welcome to ViZion! Tanner Kilo!" he said, his hand thrusting forward to shake..

"Will, welcome to ViZion! Tanner Kilo!" he said, his hand thrusting forward to shake..

"Hello, I'm Will Riddle, Greal Minister of Foreign Affairs."said Will shaking his hand.

"Hello, I'm Will Riddle, Greal Minister of Foreign Affairs."said Will shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you, and I'm glad you could attend. It's good to get out of the office for a couple days and relax, especially around this time of year, wouldn't you agree? I mean, at this time of year, EVERYONE would be able to relax. It's that time of season..." Tanner said.

"Nice to meet you, and I'm glad you could attend. It's good to get out of the office for a couple days and relax, especially around this time of year, wouldn't you agree? I mean, at this time of year, EVERYONE would be able to relax. It's that time of season..." Tanner said.

Will smiled,"Yes, it is nice to have a vacation after a civil war in Greal. How are things in ViZion?"

Will smiled,"Yes, it is nice to have a vacation after a civil war in Greal. How are things in ViZion?"
"Things are... moving along. Booming economy, improving relations across the globe... most is well. Of course, there's always the threat of war, so always on my toes - as you're well aware of. We're sorry we could not assist you more in your civil war, but a certain... matter of security came about, not to mention two of our civilians were beheaded by some tiny nation, and then they went into their own civil war - so that government was killed off without us having to do anything. Still, that was annoying to have to deal with that little pest for a few days." Tanner finished. "Can we get you something to eat or drink, Will?"

"Things are... moving along. Booming economy, improving relations across the globe... most is well. Of course, there's always the threat of war, so always on my toes - as you're well aware of. We're sorry we could not assist you more in your civil war, but a certain... matter of security came about, not to mention two of our civilians were beheaded by some tiny nation, and then they went into their own civil war - so that government was killed off without us having to do anything. Still, that was annoying to have to deal with that little pest for a few days." Tanner finished. "Can we get you something to eat or drink, Will?"

"Yes, water is fine."said Will,"Yes, same things with us, our economy is booming as usual, and the civil war is almost over, we need to find Peter Watson first."

"Yes, water is fine."said Will,"Yes, same things with us, our economy is booming as usual, and the civil war is almost over, we need to find Peter Watson first."
"Peter Watson. That is your Presidents husband?" Tanner asked. Quickly, a man in a white suite brought a glass of ice water.

"Peter Watson. That is your Presidents husband?" Tanner asked. Quickly, a man in a white suite brought a glass of ice water.

"No, the President's brother, hes slightly insane, I'm guessing thats why his father never gave the job to him."said Raul, taking the ice water and drinking it.

"No, the President's brother, hes slightly insane, I'm guessing thats why his father never gave the job to him."said Raul, taking the ice water and drinking it.
"Ahh, I see. Well, I do wish you the best of luck on finding him, and since it does not require military action, if you need assistance, let us know. Currently, however, we're reorganizing our military forces and improving things, so military action is the last thing we need - that's not to say we cannot defend ourselves, of course." Kilo said, before mentioning, [/I]"That water is quite tasty, I think. It has been filtered over six times, and no chemicals have been added to it. The ice is from that same water. It's as clean as water can be. Would you like a refill?"[/I]

"Ahh, I see. Well, I do wish you the best of luck on finding him, and since it does not require military action, if you need assistance, let us know. Currently, however, we're reorganizing our military forces and improving things, so military action is the last thing we need - that's not to say we cannot defend ourselves, of course." Kilo said, before mentioning, [/I]"That water is quite tasty, I think. It has been filtered over six times, and no chemicals have been added to it. The ice is from that same water. It's as clean as water can be. Would you like a refill?"[/I]

"Yea please," said Will, he was very thirsty ever since getting off the plane. Now he just wanted a bucket of ice dumped on him.
"Well, I do wish you the best of luck with the military, you can always get a Greal arms company tosell ViZion some weapons."

OOC: Off to bed... got work in morning... ugg... at least I get a late start at 11 AM... so, night.

"Yea please," said Will, he was very thirsty ever since getting off the plane. Now he just wanted a bucket of ice dumped on him.
"Well, I do wish you the best of luck with the military, you can always get a Greal arms company tosell ViZion some weapons."
The man ran off to fetch some more water while the two continued their conversation, "We've mostly got the equipment straightened up. But thank you, and if need be, we'll look into your arms dealers for a little something." At that time, the man returned with another glass of ice water.

The man ran off to fetch some more water while the two continued their conversation, "We've mostly got the equipment straightened up. But thank you, and if need be, we'll look into your arms dealers for a little something." At that time, the man returned with another glass of ice water.

Will drank the water as quickly has when the water arrived.
"I'll contact them for you later, but lets enjoy this party."said Will.

Will drank the water as quickly has when the water arrived.
"I'll contact them for you later, but lets enjoy this party."said Will.
"Fair enough. And let anyone here know if you want anything to drink." Kilo said.

OOC: Ok, haven't gone to bed YET... had to reply to school thread... lol

"Fair enough. And let anyone here know if you want anything to drink." Kilo said.

OOC: Ok, haven't gone to bed YET... had to reply to school thread... lol

"I hear my son is at the International school here."said Will, who had no idea what was going on.

"I hear my son is at the International school here."said Will, who had no idea what was going on.
Not having heard anything about a situation at the school himself, he replied, "Ahh, nice. How is he liking it?"

Not having heard anything about a situation at the school himself, he replied, "Ahh, nice. How is he liking it?"

"He emailed me saying he enjoyed it, he has a Calaveran as a roommate. Maybe I'll stop by after this party is over."

"He emailed me saying he enjoyed it, he has a Calaveran as a roommate. Maybe I'll stop by after this party is over."
"Very nice. It is a beautiful campus - of course you know, your son goes there. Shall we go and grab some food?" Kilo asked.

"Very nice. It is a beautiful campus - of course you know, your son goes there. Shall we go and grab some food?" Kilo asked.

"Sure."said Will who didn't like the food on the plane, so he was glad to eat.

His cellphone rang, but it was off, it was a message from Raul that said Help!.

"Sure."said Will who didn't like the food on the plane, so he was glad to eat.

His cellphone rang, but it was off, it was a message from Raul that said Help!.
"Well, what are you hungry for, Will? We got all types of food."

"Well, what are you hungry for, Will? We got all types of food."

"You have pizza?"asked Will, he tried to imagine himself eating pizza.

"You have pizza?"asked Will, he tried to imagine himself eating pizza.
"Pizza?" Kilo was a little taken back by that, "Not out - but we'll have some specially made to your liking. What would you like on it?"

"Pizza?" Kilo was a little taken back by that, "Not out - but we'll have some specially made to your liking. What would you like on it?"

"Cheese and chicken."said Will who went to get another glass of ice water.

Tanner Kilo was quite suprised. Two people wanted pizza now. "Alright, we shall begin making PIZZA!" he shouted excitedly. Pizza... man, I loooove pizza. But I didn't expect to need that here... guess I was wrong. Huh...

"The pizza is being made now!"

IC: Did some one say pizza? jim said with glee...In that case i like mine With a lot of peperoni and cheese...Lots and lots of cheeses...

Tanner Kilo was quite suprised. Two people wanted pizza now. "Alright, we shall begin making PIZZA!" he shouted excitedly. Pizza... man, I loooove pizza. But I didn't expect to need that here... guess I was wrong. Huh...

"The pizza is being made now!"

Will didn't notice him shout, he continued drinking water as if he was addicted to it.....

The King accepted the handshake followed by the President,


"This is some party, President Kilo, may i greet you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, i am Johnrey Baliwas, King of the Empire of the Philippiniada" said the King



"and i am Darren Anselmo, President of the Empire, nice to meet you President Kilo,"

The King accepted the handshake followed by the President,


"This is some party, President Kilo, may i greet you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, i am Johnrey Baliwas, King of the Empire of the Philippiniada" said the King



"and i am Darren Anselmo, President of the Empire, nice to meet you President Kilo,"
"It's a pleasure to meet you both, Johnrey and Darren. Thank you, I'm glad you like it. Apparently some of our guests want pizza, so we're taking custom orders now if you'd like."

OOC: Ok, now I AM goin to bed for the nig... err, morning. 2 AM, 7 hrs of sleep before work.

"It's great to meet you, Sybele and Dracombi. I'm Tanner Kilo - as you probably figured, seeing as you've been waiting to talk to me. Welcome to ViZion. Can we get you anything?" he asked.


Sybele sized the President up for a second or two. "As a matter of fact, Mr. President, there IS something I'd like from you. About a half-hour of your time, if possible. There are things to discuss concerning ViZion and the Empire. Things I guess you could say are bubbling beneath the usually calm surface of our regional politics. That and a cold beer." She smiled that deceptively disarming smile she was famous for.

Hey Tanner!! I don't suppose you have any Booze for my men?

After being welcomed by the president, Kzel and Zun walked around the party.

"Did you se that mans entrance, he just came down from the air, a little like James Bond" Kzel said.

"Why didn't you do that, Kzel? You've been in the para-troopers" Zun replied. Kzel laughed.

"Don't be ridiculous miss, I haven't parachuted since the third civil war"

"Maybe that would be a reason to let those Fou Pen terrorists stay?" Zun joked. Kzel smiled a little.

"Maybe so. Now, let's try to find someone to talk to, how did you greet now?"

"Merry Christmas"

"Oh yes, merry Christmas and a happy new year, right"

"Exactly sir"

OOC: Sorry for being gone...over 6 pages in like 12 hours...sheesh

"Pizza? Who said pizza?" said Minister Cyran and Esporza at the same time, drinking their fine wine.

"Oh well," said Cyran, "I'll just get some shrimp cocktail...if they have any."

"We're expecting upwards of 25-30 or more. Should be a nice turnout." he said. "So how are things going in Lord Sumguy?" Tanner asked.

"Very well, actually. Things are running smoothly throughout the Hegemony as well, with the notable exception of the civil war in Greal, and conflict that soon may occur there if the government we just helped to put back in power proves too stubbornly totalitarian and oppresive." Lord Sumguy said, smiling. "Now if you will excuse me, I have just spotted someone who I need urgently to speak with." That person was President Hogart of Cazelia, and the Hegemon made his way towards the man.

Sybele sized the President up for a second or two. "As a matter of fact, Mr. President, there IS something I'd like from you. About a half-hour of your time, if possible. There are things to discuss concerning ViZion and the Empire. Things I guess you could say are bubbling beneath the usually calm surface of our regional politics. That and a cold beer." She smiled that deceptively disarming smile she was famous for.
"Fair enough. Is this urgent, or shall we wait until later on in the party while everyone is settled in?" Tanner asked, while a man went to grab a beer for the lady.

Hey Tanner!! I don't suppose you have any Booze for my men?
"Hmm, what would they like?" Tanner asked.

OOC: Sorry for being gone...over 6 pages in like 12 hours...sheesh

"Pizza? Who said pizza?" said Minister Cyran and Esporza at the same time, drinking their fine wine.

"Oh well," said Cyran, "I'll just get some shrimp cocktail...if they have any."
OOC: lol np
IC:
A man in a white suite walked up. "What can I get you?"

"Fair enough. Is this urgent, or shall we wait until later on in the party while everyone is settled in?" Tanner asked, while a man went to grab a beer for the lady.


"Actually, after the party would be best. I'm not one to spoil a good time, and the things I have to speak to you about are best kept between us." She grabbed the beer mug from the waiter and said, "Cheers, Mr. President". Sybele drank it straight down, smacked her lips and handed the mug back to the waiter. "Another, please. And keep 'em coming."

Turning back to Kilo, she said, "Bass Ale. How did you know?"

IC:As they arrived at the building The protoss scouts Did a splendid air show above their heads....Jim Raynor stepped out of the limo and turned to the nearest zealot and told them to secure the area. The zealot nodded and snapped his fingers..2 Zealots moved to the president's sides. the rest of his out fit resumed Overwatch and perimeter security around the event...Just to be on the safe side Raynor deployed several Observers from the USMC around the general area to sweep for hidden threats...they picked up several figures cloaked making a perimeter around the area...He began to issue an order when he noticed the diplomat from Aeternu something about her seemed familliar...something that doesn't entirely feel right...


After greeting President Kilo, Sybele and Dracombi split up, each following their own instincts as to whom it was needed to meet them. The four ShadowGuard were nowhere to be seen, but she knew they were within twenty seconds of her and the general.

She downed her third mug of ale, and then noticed a thin, somewhat disheveled person surreptiously sneaking glances at her. She tapped a waitress on the shoulder. "Excuse me, who's that geeky-looking guy over there?" The waitress, whose nametag pasted to her ample chest identified her as 'Tammy', looked where Sybele pointed. "That, ma'am, is Mr. Raynor from a place called the United Gaming League." Sybele slipped her a few bucks, said, "Thanks."

She tapped her commpin and spoke in a low voice, "General, if you have a minute....."

The high-res microspeaker embedded in her left ear gave a small beep. "I'll be right there, Highness."

OOC: lol np
IC:
A man in a white suite walked up. "What can I get you?"

"Some Shripm Cocktail, please." Minister Cyran smiled. It might be a nice party.

The smile turned into a frown as Minister Esporza said, "Got any sushi? Tuna Rolls?"

Kzel Koh-Braah rightened his tie. First he had been tempted to take his old Generals uniform, but as he is no-longer a member of the army, he decided to wear a nice costume. Now he walked around the party looking at the other guests. He didn't know anyone, so he had problems to get in to any discussion.
"And I'm thirsty too" he muttered. "where do you go to get som ale around here?"

In teh meantime, Zun walked around on her own. After long consideration she had decided to wear her finest silk-dress, the red one with dragons. Now she tried to find someone to bring her a glass of wine, but she was to shy to take direct contat with one of the waitors.

"Hello there. I'm Tanner Kilo. Welcome to ViZion! I hope your trip in was good." President Kilo said, welcoming the three.

"Yes, it was quite good. Merry Christmas by the way," the King said as he and his family shook hands with the president. Sophia stayed by her husband's side. She muttered something about wine into her husband's ear and the elderly man said, "May I have a glass of white wine for my Queen and some Hienken for myself. I'm so proud that Dutch beer is now sold all over the world as the delicacy that it is."

In teh meantime, Zun walked around on her own. After long consideration she had decided to wear her finest silk-dress, the red one with dragons. Now she tried to find someone to bring her a glass of wine, but she was to shy to take direct contat with one of the waitors.


Meanwhile, the Grand Duke noticed Zun who seemed to be wanting a drink but being shy about it. The 'Prince of Orange', his disliked title, approached this woman, "Hello, I'm Willem VI. May I get you a drink?"

"Actually, after the party would be best. I'm not one to spoil a good time, and the things I have to speak to you about are best kept between us." She grabbed the beer mug from the waiter and said, "Cheers, Mr. President". Sybele drank it straight down, smacked her lips and handed the mug back to the waiter. "Another, please. And keep 'em coming."

Turning back to Kilo, she said, "Bass Ale. How did you know?"
"Very well. Heh, we keep tabs on what our special guests like and do not like." Tanner said with a smile, while the man returned with another.

"Some Shripm Cocktail, please." Minister Cyran smiled. It might be a nice party.

The smile turned into a frown as Minister Esporza said, "Got any sushi? Tuna Rolls?"
"Ahh, you are in a land in which we have a very large Asian community. Our most famous President ever was half Japanese. Of course we do!" Tanner said, nodding to one of the servers in white, who rushed off to get three tray's, offering a massive variety of freshly made sushi, as well as the shrimp cocktails.

The limo stopped when arriving to the plaza. CEO Kzel Koh-Braah went out first and opened the door for Zun Yaya. He then offered her his arm as they walked against the other guests.

"Doesn't this all look pretty? Maybe we should have Christmas parties back in Fou Pen?" Zun said.

"I don't think so Zun, it's a very small minority of the Komenease people who celebrate Christmas anyway. Now just remember your manners. This is probably one of these countrys where you have to act like a full-blood royal." Kzel replied.

"Yes sir, I will remember that"

"You don't have to call me sir here Zun. Just call me Kzel"

"Yes si... uhm, Kzel"

The couple approached the other guests.
"Welcome to ViZion. I'm Tanner Kilo." President Kilo said, welcoming the guests.

"Yes, it was quite good. Merry Christmas by the way," the King said as he and his family shook hands with the president. Sophia stayed by her husband's side. She muttered something about wine into her husband's ear and the elderly man said, "May I have a glass of white wine for my Queen and some Hienken for myself. I'm so proud that Dutch beer is now sold all over the world as the delicacy that it is."
"Thank you! Merry Christmas to you, too." Tanner said as a server in white went off to grab the drinks.

"Thank you! Merry Christmas to you, too." Tanner said as a server in white went off to grab the drinks.

"So, how are things in ViZion?" Willem V asked, trying to make light conversation. The servant came back with the drinks and the royal couple took them. The Queen asked the waiter for an omelet as she had forgotten about breakfast.

King and the President smiled at President Kilo,



"we'll take whatever food you got for us, we're not picky with foods" said by the King,


"so, where are the other leaders hanging around, Mr. President?"

"So, how are things in ViZion?" Willem V asked, trying to make light conversation. The servant came back with the drinks and the royal couple took them. The Queen asked the waiter for an omelet as she had forgotten about breakfast.
"Well, beyond two of our civilians being killed in some backwards hole on earth named Turka-Sir - who's now in a civil war - we're doing quite well. Working on expanding our alliances, improving relations across the globe, reorganizing our military... our economy is booming, which definately helps alot. How are things back home?" Tanner asked.

King and the President smiled at President Kilo,



"we'll take whatever food you got for us, we're not picky with foods" said by the King,


"so, where are the other leaders hanging around, Mr. President?"
"They're all over. For food, follow me, I'll show you were we've got the food. And please ask our chefs if you would like something made specific for you. They're willing and ready to do so." Tanner said with a smile.

King and the President smiled at President Kilo,



"we'll take whatever food you got for us, we're not picky with foods" said by the King,


"so, where are the other leaders hanging around, Mr. President?"


"Well, I am right here. I am The Royal Majestic Highness, Willem V of the Netherlands, King of said realm and this is my Queen Consort, The Majestic Highness Sophia of Willem V to distinguish her from past Queen Consorts with the same name. You may call me Willem and my wife Sophia. I know my son, His Royal Highness, Willem VI of the Netherlands, Grand Duke of East Luxembourg is milling about," told the King to the other King.

"Well, beyond two of our civilians being killed in some backwards hole on earth named Turka-Sir - who's now in a civil war - we're doing quite well. Working on expanding our alliances, improving relations across the globe, reorganizing our military... our economy is booming, which definately helps alot. How are things back home?" Tanner asked.

"Sounds very very well for a country, particularly in Africa. With the magnificent History I am honoured to be standing in such a place," continued the King. He then followed the President for food, his wife and their bodyguards too.

The King smiled,


"Thank You for your generosity and inviting us to your party, how's are things coming along?, i heard you are building a new capital?" said by the King while a servant came and offered the King something to drink

"Well, I am right here. I am The Royal Majestic Highness, Willem V of the Netherlands, King of said realm and this is my Queen Consort, The Majestic Highness Sophia of Willem V to distinguish her from past Queen Consorts with the same name. You may call me Willem and my wife Sophia. I know my son, His Royal Highness, Willem VI of the Netherlands, Grand Duke of East Luxembourg is milling about," told the King to the other King.


The King is Surprised but it quickly turned into a smile



"It is nice to meet you, King Willem V and Queen Sophia, and you too little one, Duke Willem VI, I am the King of the Empire of the Philippiniada, Johnrey Baliwas XVI, Our President, just went to the comfort room," the King extended his hand for a Handshake

"Sounds very very well for a country, particularly in Africa. With the magnificent History I am honoured to be standing in such a place," continued the King. He then followed the President for food, his wife and their bodyguards too.
Tanner offered up a slight laught, "Rather we are in Africa or elsewhere, it does not matter. We are quite the industrious and forward-thinking nation. When we were in Italy, it was much the same, except we are even more invigorated than before coming out of the war we had many years ago.

Things are well back home?" Tanner asked.

The King smiled,


"Thank You for your generosity and inviting us to your party, how's are things coming along?, i heard you are building a new capital?" said by the King while a servant came and offered the King something to drink
"No problem at all! I hope you're enjoying it. Yes, we are working on a new capital in ViZion America. It will be quite the magnificant city." Tanner said.

OOC: g2g for a while... few hrs...

The King is Surprised but it quickly turned into a smile



"It is nice to meet you, King Willem V and Queen Sophia, and you too little one, Duke Willem VI, I am the King of the Empire of the Philippiniada, Johnrey Baliwas XVI, Our President, just went to the comfort room," the King extended his hand for a Handshake

OOC: Just a note, the King is 72 and his son is 32 and somewhere else. Sophia is 68.

"Nice to meet you Johnrey XVI. Your country has been an independant monarchy for a long time, hasn't it. We've only been an independant monarchy since 1815."

Tanner offered up a slight laught, "Rather we are in Africa or elsewhere, it does not matter. We are quite the industrious and forward-thinking nation. When we were in Italy, it was much the same, except we are even more invigorated than before coming out of the war we had many years ago.

Things are well back home?" Tanner asked.

"Yes, things are quite well. I hope that my brother doesn't screw anything up while we are gone. Although I suppose it could be worse. We could be at war," with this he took a sip of the beer, "Just as good as back home."

"No problem at all! I hope you're enjoying it. Yes, we are working on a new capital in ViZion America. It will be quite the magnificant city." Tanner said.


"Well, that's nice, i am looking forward to visiting that city, as it looks promising, may i personally ask you to establish a embassy on our nation and i will establish a embassy in your nation as well,?" The King said

OOC: Just a note, the King is 72 and his son is 32 and somewhere else. Sophia is 68.

"Nice to meet you Johnrey XVI. Your country has been an independant monarchy for a long time, hasn't it. We've only been an independant monarchy since 1815."



ooc: oh, sure,


"we have been an independent monarchy just after the revolution(1949) on our real homeland, the Philippines, we flee that country because of it's corrupt and immoral government, our first king, King Randy Pellorica is the founding father of the Empire, we are'nt that long in the independent monarchy status." the King said.

Tanner offered up a slight laught, [I]"Rather we are in Africa or elsewhere, it does not matter. We are quite the industrious and forward-thinking nation. When we were in Italy, it was much the same, except we are even more invigorated than before coming out of the war we had many years ago.

"Tanner, I've been meaning to ask you: what is your opinion of the situation in North Africa? Crimmond, and by extension Gholgoth, now control the entire African coast. We ceded it as part of our peace settlement back in 2048, 2018 for those of you using the AD system, and it's been under their control for a few years now."

"My predecessor, naturally, was voted out of office almost immediately after the fact...the 2050 election was one of the biggest landslides in Vetalian history."

ooc: oh, sure,


"we have been an independent monarchy just after the revolution(1949) on our real homeland, the Philippines, we flee that country because of it's corrupt and immoral government, our first king, King Randy Pellorica is the founding father of the Empire, we are'nt that long in the independent monarchy status." the King said.


"But that numeral, 16, how come?"

Johnson made his way through the crowd. Already it was starting to get quite crowded, various dignitaries where talking and laughing, obviously enjoying themselves. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a woman in a fine red silk dress, looking somewhat alone amongst the crowd. He straightened his uniform and made towards her.

As he bustled through the crowd, he saw another man making for her. He arrived shortly after him.

"Good evening m'am. And...sir?" he recognised the man "You must be Grand Duke Willem VI of Benelux! My name is Lionel Johnson." He offered him his hand. Turning to the lady he asked "And you are?"

President Tanner Kilo saw them arriving and approached the group. "Hello, welcome to ViZion! It's nice to meet you, you're from Brutland and Norden, correct?" he asked.
"Yes, we are," the king said with a smile. "I am Kyle II, and this is Adam V. With me is the Nord-Brutlandese Ambassador and his family."

"Yes, things are quite well. I hope that my brother doesn't screw anything up while we are gone. Although I suppose it could be worse. We could be at war," with this he took a sip of the beer, "Just as good as back home."
"Your brother is in charge back home, hmm? Alas, it sounds like things are going decent back home then - that's good!" Tanner said, then motioning to the beer, "Let us know if you want a refill."

"Tanner, I've been meaning to ask you: what is your opinion of the situation in North Africa? Crimmond, and by extension Gholgoth, now control the entire African coast. We ceded it as part of our peace settlement back in 2048, 2018 for those of you using the AD system, and it's been under their control for a few years now."

"My predecessor, naturally, was voted out of office almost immediately after the fact...the 2050 election was one of the biggest landslides in Vetalian history."
"While we're not excited over it, we've had to many other things to focus on to get much involved in it - and so long as they do not come after our land or an allies land, we will be fine enough not to enter into any hostilities." Kilo said.

"Well, that's nice, i am looking forward to visiting that city, as it looks promising, may i personally ask you to establish a embassy on our nation and i will establish a embassy in your nation as well,?" The King said
"Absolutely! Send us over the paperwork to fill out (i.e. link) and I will grab you the paperwork before you leave." Tanner said.

"Yes, we are," the king said with a smile. "I am Kyle II, and this is Adam V. With me is the Nord-Brutlandese Ambassador and his family."
"Outstanding! Well, I am Tanner Kilo." said President Kilo, "And again, welcome to ViZion! Can we get you anything?"

"Outstanding! Well, I am Tanner Kilo." said President Kilo, "And again, welcome to ViZion! Can we get you anything?"
"It's very nice to meet you, President Kilo," Kyle II said. Ambassador Canellotti passed a small box and a cylinder, both wrapped in golden paper and tied with golden ribbons. The king took it and handed it to President Kilo. "We bring you small gifts from Brutland and Norden. These are our national food, the purple Brute cheese and cow liquor. Merry Christmas."

"It's very nice to meet you, President Kilo," Kyle II said. Ambassador Canellotti passed a small box and a cylinder, both wrapped in golden paper and tied with golden ribbons. The king took it and handed it to President Kilo. "We bring you small gifts from Brutland and Norden. These are our national food, the purple Brute cheese and cow liquor. Merry Christmas."
"Ahh, thank you. You really didn't have to. And please feel free to call me Tanner - I like to get to know my fellow leaders on a more personal level, especially when we're on friendly terms." President Kilo said with a smile, accepting the gifts. "I'm sure these will be good!"

"Ahh, thank you. You really didn't have to. And please feel free to call me Tanner - I like to get to know my fellow leaders on a more personal level, especially when we're on friendly terms." President Kilo said with a smile, accepting the gifts. "I'm sure these will be good!"
"We hope you'll like it," Kyle II said. "By the way, how is the party going?"

"Well, it is just included on my name, because i was the 16th Johnrey on my family, (laughs), i dont know why Johnrey is such a common name in my family tree," said by the King

Suddenly, the President of the Empire approached the King,

"im back, your majesty" the President said


"ah, good, this is King Willem and Queen Sophia of the Dutch-Ruled Benelux, introduce yourself, Mr. President"

"yes, sir, i am Darren C. Anselmo, President of the Empire of the Philippiniada," extending his hand


"uhh, King Willem, can you brief me about the History of your Nation?," the king said

Meanwhile, the Grand Duke noticed Zun who seemed to be wanting a drink but being shy about it. The 'Prince of Orange', his disliked title, approached this woman, "Hello, I'm Willem VI. May I get you a drink?"

Zun turned around to meet the one who had spoken to her. She bowed as she answered.
"My name is Zun Yaya mr Willhem. And yes, I would really appreciate a drink thank you sir." then she thought for a second. "and a merry Christmas to you"

The President is looking around when he sees Zun Yaya, then she approach her



"hello maam, my name is Darren C. Anselmo, President of the Empire of the Philippiniada, may i offer you a drink??" said with his hand extended to Zun Yaya

"Your brother is in charge back home, hmm? Alas, it sounds like things are going decent back home then - that's good!" Tanner said, then motioning to the beer, "Let us know if you want a refill."

"Yes, things are going quite well. No revolution or civil wars in recent memory, I do believe the only conflicts would be before my time. Yes, my rule has been quite peaceful. I just hope that it will remain that way," the king said after finishing his drink, "Oh, no I'm fine for now. I don't want to drink too much of a delicacy at one time." With that the elderly man gave a chuckle.

"Well, it is just included on my name, because i was the 16th Johnrey on my family, (laughs), i dont know why Johnrey is such a common name in my family tree," said by the King

Suddenly, the President of the Empire approached the King,

"im back, your majesty" the President said


"ah, good, this is King Willem and Queen Sophia of the Dutch-Ruled Benelux, introduce yourself, Mr. President"

"yes, sir, i am Darren C. Anselmo, President of the Empire of the Philippiniada," extending his hand


"uhh, King Willem, can you brief me about the History of your Nation?," the king said

"Ah, but I thought you only count numerals once you are a monarch. I suppose numeral systems may be different in other countries. The name of my country is 'The Dutch Kingdom of the Benelux' but I suppose Dutch-Ruled Benelux is an accurate description too. It is nice to meet you, Darren, do you mind if I call you Darren?" the king took a sip of his drink before re-counting the history of his nation, "Well, let's see, early in the 2nd millenium we were run by my ancestors, part of the house of Oranje, who unified Benelux, except for Liége which was an autonomous part of the Roman empire. In 1581 No Taxes invaded and we lost most of South Benelux and North Benelux became what is known as the Dutch Republic. In 1795, South Benelux was freed from No Taxes and joined the Republic. Funny story how my Great-Great-Grandfather became king actually, the voters just stopped caring. The head of Oranje became king. In the 1840's there was an uprising which was calmed down by dutch military. Since then we have been relatively peaceful except for a communist occupation between 1940 and 1945 which we escaped thanks to some other Atlantican country. I'm sure they'd remember. I however have only been ruling since, why I do believe it was 1970. What about the history of your nation? I assume it's a constitutional monarchy?"

Zun turned around to meet the one who had spoken to her. She bowed as she answered.
"My name is Zun Yaya mr Willhem. And yes, I would really appreciate a drink thank you sir." then she thought for a second. "and a merry Christmas to you"

"Excuse me, you sir," the Grand Duke called a white-duited servant, "Could you get Zun here a Heinken?" Then Willem VI turned to Zun and wished, "Yes, to you to and happy new year!"

"Excuse me, you sir," the Grand Duke called a white-duited servant, "Could you get Zun here a Heinken?" Then Willem VI turned to Zun and wished, "Yes, to you to and happy new year!"

She bowed again.
"Thank you sir, so very nice of you"

The President is looking around when he sees Zun Yaya, then she approach her

"hello maam, my name is Darren C. Anselmo, President of the Empire of the Philippiniada, may i offer you a drink??" said with his hand extended to Zun Yaya

Zun turned around and bowed to Darren.
"Very nice of you sir, but mr Wilhem has already offered himself to get me a drink"

She bowed again.
"Thank you sir, so very nice of you"



Zun turned around and bowed to Darren.
"Very nice of you sir, but mr Wilhem has already offered himself to get me a drink"

OOC note: It's Willem.

"It's no trouble at all. Please, call me Willem. These things are too formal for their own good," commented the Grand Duke.

OOC note: It's Willem.

"It's no trouble at all. Please, call me Willem. These things are too formal for their own good," commented the Grand Duke.

OOC: sorry

"Well then, thank you Willem. I'm sorry for bothering you, I haven't been on many parties abroad before"

OOC: sorry

"Well then, thank you Willem. I'm sorry for bothering you, I haven't been on many parties abroad before"

"Bothering me, no, you haven't bothered me at all," Willem replied while the servant came with the drink. Willem handed it to Zun before saying, "To tell you the truth, I haven't been to many parties before either. I'm usually in Luxembourg City, running my province although with my father getting older I guess I will have to get used to it. I'm not sure if he will abdicate or not, and if he does I doubt he'll tell me. He likes to tease and joke around still which is good. May I inquire as to what brings you to this party, Ms. Zun?" Willem didn't want to insult her so he used the same address for her that he had used for him.

"Bothering me, no, you haven't bothered me at all," Willem replied while the servant came with the drink. Willem handed it to Zun before saying, "To tell you the truth, I haven't been to many parties before either. I'm usually in Luxembourg City, running my province although with my father getting older I guess I will have to get used to it. I'm not sure if he will abdicate or not, and if he does I doubt he'll tell me. He likes to tease and joke around still which is good. May I inquire as to what brings you to this party, Ms. Zun?" Willem didn't want to insult her so he used the same address for her that he had used for him.
Zun took the drink with a "thank you" and sipped it a little, while listening to the Grand Dukes story with interest.
"Well" she said and smiled a little. "I think I didn't really had a choise in this. I am the Director of Foreign Business, so I can't say no to a international party like this, mr Willem"

"President John Arnold I presume, yes? I'm Tanner Kilo. It's great to see you." he said with a smile. "Welcome to ViZion." he said, extending his hand.

OOC: Sheesh!, 7 more pages, sorry for being gone..

IC:

President John Arnold nodded and he said shaking Tanner's hand "I'm glad to be here once again. Thanks, do you have any Mountain Dew or if not that a Coca Cola drink?"

Lord Sumguy noticed the Calizaorinstani President, and walked over to greet him. "Good to see you here, John!" He said, offering his hand to be shaken. "I need to speak with you regarding Greal, and action that may soon need to be taken regarding Sarah Hasely."

OOC: bumping this post for Cali to see.

Zun took the drink with a "thank you" and sipped it a little, while listening to the Grand Dukes story with interest.
"Well" she said and smiled a little. "I think I didn't really had a choise in this. I am the Director of Foreign Business, so I can't say no to a international party like this, mr Willem"

"Ah, well, that sounds like a prestigious position. How are things in your country, Ms. Zun?" Willem didn't mind the 'Mr.'. It was better than the 'Your Royal Highness' which most Dutch gave him.

"Ah, well, that sounds like a prestigious position. How are things in your country, Ms. Zun?" Willem didn't mind the 'Mr.'. It was better than the 'Your Royal Highness' which most Dutch gave him.

"Well, it's good thank you. The economy is boosting, the people are getting richer, there hasn't been any signs of anti-government activity for several years, but of course, my job isn't to see how it is, just to tell all the good thing to the rest of the world" she smiled a little. "and how is it going in your country Mr Willem?"

"Well, it's good thank you. The economy is boosting, the people are getting richer, there hasn't been any signs of anti-government activity for several years, but of course, my job isn't to see how it is, just to tell all the good thing to the rest of the world" she smiled a little. "and how is it going in your country Mr Willem?"

"I see...well, things are good as far as I know. East Luxembourg's small wine country is doing well although it was at it's peak in the 1990's. It doesn't make any red wine so all the red wine I've ever had has been imported which is actually expensive. It has been relatively peaceful too. The only thing I have to look for are drug dealers skipping the border to deal outside the Kingdom. What kind of political system does your country run, Ms. Zun?" the Grand Duke told the Director before motioning for a Heinken for himself to another white-clad servant.

"I see...well, things are good as far as I know. East Luxembourg's small wine country is doing well although it was at it's peak in the 1990's. It doesn't make any red wine so all the red wine I've ever had has been imported which is actually expensive. It has been relatively peaceful too. The only thing I have to look for are drug dealers skipping the border to deal outside the Kingdom. What kind of political system does your country run, Ms. Zun?" the Grand Duke told the Director before motioning for a Heinken for himself to another white-clad servant.

"Well, we have a sort of democracy actually" she answered "the people elect representatives in their districts, which then lect the new CEO of The Company, he then elects his board of directors, me for example, and then we rule Komekong. And how is things ruled in your country? The king rules it all, or what?"

"Well, we have a sort of democracy actually" she answered "the people elect representatives in their districts, which then lect the new CEO of The Company, he then elects his board of directors, me for example, and then we rule Komekong. And how is things ruled in your country? The king rules it all, or what?"

"So a corporation with democratically elected executives? That sounds kind of..interesting. As for Benelux, well the King appoints 21 Dukes from the Royal family who each run a 'province'. They are really duchies but in an absolute monarchy like ours you need to keep your citizens happy or apathetic to politics. The Heir Apparent runs East Luxembourg which is the 22nd province and although he also holds 'Prince of Oranje' people just use Grand Duke of East Luxembourg. The other Dukes have to be male. It sounds kind of medieval but when citizens stop caring what else can you really do, huh? While my father and my mother and I are away we have my Uncle Nick running the country. Who is running your country while you are gone?" the Grand Duke's drink arrived and he took a sip.

"So a corporation with democratically elected executives? That sounds kind of..interesting. As for Benelux, well the King appoints 21 Dukes from the Royal family who each run a 'province'. They are really duchies but in an absolute monarchy like ours you need to keep your citizens happy or apathetic to politics. The Heir Apparent runs East Luxembourg which is the 22nd province and although he also holds 'Prince of Oranje' people just use Grand Duke of East Luxembourg. The other Dukes have to be male. It sounds kind of medieval but when citizens stop caring what else can you really do, huh? While my father and my mother and I are away we have my Uncle Nick running the country. Who is running your country while you are gone?" the Grand Duke's drink arrived and he took a sip.

"Hmm, well, I believe that the power is shared between Kahn Zeijing, the director of home business, and Carl Huntay, the director of inner security. They don't really trust each other, so Mr Koh-Braah is assured that they will prevent the other from trying to take over the power while we're gone." she smiled, to show him it was a joke. "but honestly, I don't like any of them. Kahn is so boring and formel, and the same for Carl, but heis from New England, so what could you expect? I mean, I was manager for the New England district, but I still can not stand them. But never mind. Now, i don't think you really mentioned exactly what country you are from, mr Willem?" she took another sip from her drink.

"Hmm, well, I believe that the power is shared between Kahn Zeijing, the director of home business, and Carl Huntay, the director of inner security. They don't really trust each other, so Mr Koh-Braah is assured that they will prevent the other from trying to take over the power while we're gone." she smiled, to show him it was a joke. "but honestly, I don't like any of them. Kahn is so boring and formel, and the same for Carl, but heis from New England, so what could you expect? I mean, I was manager for the New England district, but I still can not stand them. But never mind. Now, i don't think you really mentioned exactly what country you are from, mr Willem?" she took another sip from her drink.

Willem VI chuckled a little at the joke, "Yes, I know what you mean. We, as in the Dutch Royal Family, may grant any corporation the use of the adjective 'Royal' in its name. We get stuff and they can use the adjective, but anyways, we often meet the CEO, and they can be so formal and boring. I am from the Dutch Kingdom of the Benelux. Is it nice in Komekong?"

Willem VI chuckled a little at the joke, "Yes, I know what you mean. We, as in the Dutch Royal Family, may grant any corporation the use of the adjective 'Royal' in its name. We get stuff and they can use the adjective, but anyways, we often meet the CEO, and they can be so formal and boring. I am from the Dutch Kingdom of the Benelux. Is it nice in Komekong?"

She siped the drink again.
"It's very hot, you could almost fry eggs just by holding it in the air. And then you should se the summers!" she answered sarcastic.

"While we're not excited over it, we've had to many other things to focus on to get much involved in it - and so long as they do not come after our land or an allies land, we will be fine enough not to enter into any hostilities." Kilo said.

"That's good to hear. I don't think Gholgoth has an expansionary streak in mind, but we will be vigilant against any attempts to pressure the African continent."

After greeting President Kilo, Sybele and Dracombi split up, each following their own instincts as to whom it was needed to meet them. The four ShadowGuard were nowhere to be seen, but she knew they were within twenty seconds of her and the general.

She downed her third mug of ale, and then noticed a thin, somewhat disheveled person surreptiously sneaking glances at her. She tapped a waitress on the shoulder. "Excuse me, who's that geeky-looking guy over there?" The waitress, whose nametag pasted to her ample chest identified her as 'Tammy', looked where Sybele pointed. "That, ma'am, is Mr. Raynor from a place called the United Gaming League." Sybele slipped her a few bucks, said, "Thanks."

She tapped her commpin and spoke in a low voice, "General, if you have a minute....."

The high-res microspeaker embedded in her left ear gave a small beep. "I'll be right there, Highness."


Dracombi came across the room at a casual pace. He caught the slight nod Sybele gave him, indicating the UGL rep. He threw a glance his way and continued walking.

As the vampyr Lord drew close to the Queen, he said, "OK, so what's the UGL doing here?"

She stared at him. "You know who he is and what UGL is?"

A small smile. "I try to keep up on the unusual, Highness. In an unusual world, these people stand out. They actually believe that they live in a parallel-universe type existence. And to top it off, their whole life revolves around the various video games in each of the various universes."

She continued to stare at him. "So your'e telling me that that guy over there is the representative of an interuniversal paralinear geek nation which is run by comp-nerds?"

"You could put it that way I suppose. More like a traveling band of hacker gypsies whose sideline is temporal manipulation of the outcome of the various games."

"And you believe this?"

"It's really not important what I believe, Sybele. It's what THEY believe thats important. There is significant evidence that at least some of what they claim to do is factual. We are continually sifting through their material."

"Hmmm...so why is this geek intertemporal gamer staring at me?"

Again Dracombi smiled. "Think Sybele. Your country was once called by another name. When it fell, the Regents decided to honor your late husband's memory by renaming the former nation of The Grey Legions to The Priory of Aeternu. It was the first time in Imperial history that a cleric was raised to the throne of a sovereign nation. Perhaps as the UGLers were 'passing through' that universe they caught a glimpse of you and what your nation would become."

She shivered. "Kinda creepy. At any rate, have one of the hadowGuard watch him. Tail him if he leaves. And if he disappears, note the time and place.'

Dracombi gave a short nod and headed towards the closest of the Shadowguards...............

She siped the drink again.
"It's very hot, you could almost fry eggs just by holding it in the air. And then you should se the summers!" she answered sarcastic.

"Sounds better than Antarctica!" Willem VI said half-sarcastic, after taking another sip of his beer.

"Sounds better than Antarctica!" Willem VI said half-sarcastic, after taking another sip of his beer.

Zun laughed.
"But to be honest, it is hot.Almost all of Komekong is a jungle, and the part that isn't jungles ar either mountains, beaches, desterts or citys. It's beutiful to wander in the jungles during autumn, but in the summer you melt. But now, how is it in the Dutch Kingdom of the Benelux?"

Zun laughed.
"But to be honest, it is hot.Almost all of Komekong is a jungle, and the part that isn't jungles ar either mountains, beaches, desterts or citys. It's beutiful to wander in the jungles during autumn, but in the summer you melt. But now, how is it in the Dutch Kingdom of the Benelux?"

Willem was a tad embarassed. He had gotten the impression that it was frigid and now his joke didn't seem so funny. He tried not to let it show though, "Ah, I suppose it must be interesting to live in a country with such a wide variety of terrain. As for the Benelux, it is on the coast. Mostly low lands and such. In the North the temperatures average around 10 degrees celsius. There are floods every so often but the citizens are prepared for such things. Many rivers and islets. For the south, well there are coastal sand dunes but as you get farther out there are fertile valleys, forested hills and rocky plateaus. Unfourtunately, about 90% of the South's population is urbanized."

Willem was a tad embarassed. He had gotten the impression that it was frigid and now his joke didn't seem so funny. He tried not to let it show though, "Ah, I suppose it must be interesting to live in a country with such a wide variety of terrain. As for the Benelux, it is on the coast. Mostly low lands and such. In the North the temperatures average around 10 degrees celsius. There are floods every so often but the citizens are prepared for such things. Many rivers and islets. For the south, well there are coastal sand dunes but as you get farther out there are fertile valleys, forested hills and rocky plateaus. Unfourtunately, about 90% of the South's population is urbanized."

Zun looked a little surprised.
"90%, So many? In Komekong, only about 15% of the population is urbanized, but I can not believe it my self. I don't understand why anyone would like to work on rice fields all day long when they are constantly under the threat of raven-sized mosquitoes" she looked dead-serious.

"We hope you'll like it," Kyle II said. "By the way, how is the party going?"
"I'm sure it shall be enjoyed! The party's going quite well. Have you had a chance to speak to anyone else yet?" Tanner asked.

"Yes, things are going quite well. No revolution or civil wars in recent memory, I do believe the only conflicts would be before my time. Yes, my rule has been quite peaceful. I just hope that it will remain that way," the king said after finishing his drink, "Oh, no I'm fine for now. I don't want to drink too much of a delicacy at one time." With that the elderly man gave a chuckle.
"That's good news... very good! We're glad things are going so well back in Benelux!" Tanner said

OOC: Sheesh!, 7 more pages, sorry for being gone..

IC:

President John Arnold nodded and he said shaking Tanner's hand "I'm glad to be here once again. Thanks, do you have any Mountain Dew or if not that a Coca Cola drink?"
OOC: haha, I know how that feels, except I'm the one replyin to most of them... haha
IC:
"One Mountain Dew, coming up!" Tanner said as a server ran off to retrieve the drink. "How'd life treating you?" he asked.

"That's good to hear. I don't think Gholgoth has an expansionary streak in mind, but we will be vigilant against any attempts to pressure the African continent."
"I do sure hope not. It could spell serious trouble - and obviously since the land we stand on right this very moment is, indeed, Africa, we shall defend it if the time comes - God forbid." Tanner replied.

"I'm sure it shall be enjoyed! The party's going quite well. Have you had a chance to speak to anyone else yet?" Tanner asked.
"We've just arrived, actually," Kyle answered.

"wow.. what an interesting history... "the king said then sipped a cold wine, " well, as far as my nation's history goes, it goes back to the History of our Former Homeland, the Philippines, after the Japanese occupation of the Philippines in 1945, the USA granted us our independence, the nation was celebrating it's independence after 300 years of Spanish and American colonization of the Philippines, it was suppose to be a good thing, but the government became corrupt and immoral, and then a coup'de'tat(1949) occured, and it is succesful, resisting the illegitimate government/junta, King Randy Pellorica which happen to be my Great Grandfather, and almost half of Manila boarded Airplanes headed for a peninsula near Europe, and established a nation that is now known as the Empire of the Philippiniada, and over the years of Hardships, we came out stronger than ever, stronger than our former homeland of the Philippines, well after my father died just a few years back, i assumed the role of being the King despite my young age of 19, the King in our Nation is nothing but a symbol and powerless, and we sport a Presidential form of government," then the King smiled "well, sorry, hehe,i enjoyed so much telling history, it's my favorite subject," said by the King

"President Kilo, here are the forms necessary of establishing a Embassy in our nation,(ooc: i'll just find the link, i'll post it later), President, i know many pretty gurls are here in ViZion, maybe you can introduce them to the King so he could have a Queen?," The President said and then laughs

OOC: Is it too late to join?

"That's good news... very good! We're glad things are going so well back in Benelux!" Tanner said

"Yes, it is. Peace can be so hard to come by, especially with the wars in who-knows-where and whatnot. Sometimes it can get hard to keep track of which wars are where and who is winning and what to do about all of it. Nevermind dealing with drugs being exported illegally and immigrants coming illegally," the King said, "It would be much easier if no one listened to anyone but the legitimate government. In a monarchy with two people fighting for the crown that can be hard to identify though so I guess we just have to do what we feel is in the best national interest."

Zun looked a little surprised.
"90%, So many? In Komekong, only about 15% of the population is urbanized, but I can not believe it my self. I don't understand why anyone would like to work on rice fields all day long when they are constantly under the threat of raven-sized mosquitoes" she looked dead-serious.

"Well, the north has a lot more rivers so it isn't as urbanized but yeah, in the South there are a lot of cities. There is Brussels and that's pretty multi-cultural and whatnot, and there is also Antwerp, it's a nice port, not as big as Rotterdam but it sure does have a good urban population. I'd say overall about 75% of the population is urbanized. Rice is a staple food in many cultures actually and so if someone doesn't do it there won't be any rice anymore. I like rice actually, don't you?" Willem VI told Ms. Zun.

"wow.. what an interesting history... "the king said then sipped a cold wine, " well, as far as my nation's history goes, it goes back to the History of our Former Homeland, the Philippines, after the Japanese occupation of the Philippines in 1945, the USA granted us our independence, the nation was celebrating it's independence after 300 years of Spanish and American colonization of the Philippines, it was suppose to be a good thing, but the government became corrupt and immoral, and then a coup'de'tat(1949) occured, and it is succesful, resisting the illegitimate government/junta, King Randy Pellorica which happen to be my Great Grandfather, and almost half of Manila boarded Airplanes headed for a peninsula near Europe, and established a nation that is now known as the Empire of the Philippiniada, and over the years of Hardships, we came out stronger than ever, stronger than our former homeland of the Philippines, well after my father died just a few years back, i assumed the role of being the King despite my young age of 19, the King in our Nation is nothing but a symbol and powerless, and we sport a Presidential form of government," then the King smiled "well, sorry, hehe,i enjoyed so much telling history, it's my favorite subject," said by the King

"Sounds like you had a more exciting history in my opinion. Really, no power at all? In my country I control all the power. I can give my family Duchies, I can take them away. I can give my people the right to vote, I can take it away. Of course there are practical limits. It would be relatively easy to overthrow the monarchy if the people aren't happy. My palace is in the Ranstad area so there are a lot of people who could gather into a mob outside my palace. Dutch pastries wouldn't save my ass either," The king said jokingly in reference to the French revolution.

"well, they say if king has powers they abuse it, so it's better of being a symbol rather to be a dictator,(laughs), im looking for a spouse, know any women?, the King said jokingly

"Well, the north has a lot more rivers so it isn't as urbanized but yeah, in the South there are a lot of cities. There is Brussels and that's pretty multi-cultural and whatnot, and there is also Antwerp, it's a nice port, not as big as Rotterdam but it sure does have a good urban population. I'd say overall about 75% of the population is urbanized. Rice is a staple food in many cultures actually and so if someone doesn't do it there won't be any rice anymore. I like rice actually, don't you?" Willem VI told Ms. Zun.


"Well, I don't hate rice, but it becomes boring if you eat it for every dish. I guess that is why I didn't become Director of home business, I don't think changing all the rice plantations for potato-fields would be very popular" she smiled. "But what do you eat in Benelux, then?"

"well, they say if king has powers they abuse it, so it's better of being a symbol rather to be a dictator,(laughs), im looking for a spouse, know any women?, the King said jokingly

"Well, that depends on the king afterall, some are very benevolent while others are very malicious. I think they just want whats best for their people though. Sometimes that entails cameras in every home and warning signs saying 'Big Brother is watching You' (laughs) no, seriously, it does depend on the king. As for a spouse, my son is looking for one of his own. He is actually older than you but that doesn't matter, does it? I have mine and you'll probably find yours, won't he dear?" The King said to the younger monarch and then to his wife.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure you will, Johnrey XVI," Sophia said assuringly.

"Well, I don't hate rice, but it becomes boring if you eat it for every dish. I guess that is why I didn't become Director of home business, I don't think changing all the rice plantations for potato-fields would be very popular" she smiled. "But what do you eat in Benelux, then?"

"I suppose but there are so many more ways to cook and eat potatoes than rice. In Benelux we have a lot of different dishes. We have lots of cheeses and airy whole wheat breads. Coffee and tea are drank throughout the day often with a biscuit or cookie. For dinner we often have Hutspot which is made of potatoes or parsnips, onions and carrots often served with slow-cooked meat. We may have Boerenkoolstamppot, Kale mixed with potatoes served wit gravy, mustard and smoked sausage. Another evening dish could be Stamppot rauwe andijvie, raw endive mashed through hot potatoes served with diced and fried speck. Yet another dinner dish is Hete Bliksem, boiled potatoes and green apples mixed with diced speck. My personal favourite is Zuurkoolstamppot, sauerkraut with mashed potatoes, served with fried bacon or a sausage. Legrs are the most popular type of weak alcoholic drink. Stronger liquors are many and include Jenever, popularly known as Holland Gin, and Brandewijn, I believe it is called brandy in English. Oranjebitter, a type of orange brandy, however is popularly served at feasts concerning the royal family. Pastries are usually saved for special occasions. That is just Northern style though. In the South we have Mussels and Fries, Rabbit in Geuze, Stoemp, potato mashed with other vegetables, served with a sausage, Liége salad which is a salad with green beans, bacon, onions and vinegar. We also have our own version of French Beef Bourguignon but made with beer instead of wine, called Vlaamse Stoofkarbonaden. There is also Paling In 't Groen, eels in a green sauce of herbs. For snacks they often eat waffles or chocolate and fast food meals usually consist of Dutch Fries and a piece of meat. In my Province though, alcohol and the per capita intake of alcohol is three beers a day for every man, woman and child. It's really amazing," the Grand Duke took a large gulp from his glass; his mouth had become quite dry from talking about so much food.

"I suppose but there are so many more ways to cook and eat potatoes than rice. In Benelux we have a lot of different dishes. We have lots of cheeses and airy whole wheat breads. Coffee and tea are drank throughout the day often with a biscuit or cookie. For dinner we often have Hutspot which is made of potatoes or parsnips, onions and carrots often served with slow-cooked meat. We may have Boerenkoolstamppot, Kale mixed with potatoes served wit gravy, mustard and smoked sausage. Another evening dish could be Stamppot rauwe andijvie, raw endive mashed through hot potatoes served with diced and fried speck. Yet another dinner dish is Hete Bliksem, boiled potatoes and green apples mixed with diced speck. My personal favourite is Zuurkoolstamppot, sauerkraut with mashed potatoes, served with fried bacon or a sausage. Legrs are the most popular type of weak alcoholic drink. Stronger liquors are many and include Jenever, popularly known as Holland Gin, and Brandewijn, I believe it is called brandy in English. Oranjebitter, a type of orange brandy, however is popularly served at feasts concerning the royal family. Pastries are usually saved for special occasions. That is just Northern style though. In the South we have Mussels and Fries, Rabbit in Geuze, Stoemp, potato mashed with other vegetables, served with a sausage, Liége salad which is a salad with green beans, bacon, onions and vinegar. We also have our own version of French Beef Bourguignon but made with beer instead of wine, called Vlaamse Stoofkarbonaden. There is also Paling In 't Groen, eels in a green sauce of herbs. For snacks they often eat waffles or chocolate and fast food meals usually consist of Dutch Fries and a piece of meat. In my Province though, alcohol and the per capita intake of alcohol is three beers a day for every man, woman and child. It's really amazing," the Grand Duke took a large gulp from his glass; his mouth had become quite dry from talking about so much food.

"You really have an exciting food culture" Zun said. "In Komekong, we mostly eat various forms of rice and fish. And noodles of course. But the Indinay fish is a pure delicacy, especially served with rice, of course." she took a sip of her drink. "But three beers a day? In Komekong, you would probably be arrested for that." she said and laughed.

"You really have an exciting food culture" Zun said. "In Komekong, we mostly eat various forms of rice and fish. And noodles of course. But the Indinay fish is a pure delicacy, especially served with rice, of course." she took a sip of her drink. "But three beers a day? In Komekong, you would probably be arrested for that." she said and laughed.


Willem VI laughed. "Well, keep in mind its on average. More accurately everyone has a beer with every meal. Since meals are around 5 hours apart, not many people would be drunk. Of course, the drunks probably have 4 beers in 2 hours and develop that beer gut. In my home country there are two views of beer: a delicacy and a way to get drunk," Willem smiled.

Willem VI laughed. "Well, keep in mind its on average. More accurately everyone has a beer with every meal. Since meals are around 5 hours apart, not many people would be drunk. Of course, the drunks probably have 4 beers in 2 hours and develop that beer gut. In my home country there are two views of beer: a delicacy and a way to get drunk," Willem smiled.

Zun smiled aswell
"In my home, we also have two views on beer. For the public, it is a way to get drunk. For the government, it is an excuse to put people in jail"

Zun smiled aswell
"In my home, we also have two views on beer. For the public, it is a way to get drunk. For the government, it is an excuse to put people in jail"

Willem chuckled again, "Well, you can't chuck people in jail for using their freedom to damage their body. Unless you know what's best for them of course, then you have an excuse." The Grand Duke winked.

"well, thanks, im sure i will," the King said and then looking to his cellfone, "damn, that Mad Doctor is a pain the ass, King Willem, ever heard of Dr, Mekwurdigliebe?" the king asked

"oh, ok, so, from what country are you, beautiful lady?" The President said to Zun

"well, thanks, im sure i will," the King said and then looking to his cellfone, "damn, that Mad Doctor is a pain the ass, King Willem, ever heard of Dr, Mekwurdigliebe?" the king asked

OOC: Its Cell Phone although I prefer 'mobile'.

"No, I haven't. Where is his country located, do you know, Johnrey?" the Old man said truthfully.

OOC: Its Cell Phone although I prefer 'mobile'.

"No, I haven't. Where is his country located, do you know, Johnrey?" the Old man said truthfully.

ooc: oh ok,


"damn, he's allies demand that our military stand down within 48 hours or be met with a "appropriate response", he's country is bordered with mine, King Willem, if a war brokes out between my Empire and his Nation, may i guarantee your aid?" said by the King with a serious face

"We've just arrived, actually," Kyle answered.
"Well then, I think you'll find this party quite enjoyable. Alot of people are here as you can see, just enjoying the evening." Tanner said.

"Yes, it is. Peace can be so hard to come by, especially with the wars in who-knows-where and whatnot. Sometimes it can get hard to keep track of which wars are where and who is winning and what to do about all of it. Nevermind dealing with drugs being exported illegally and immigrants coming illegally," the King said, "It would be much easier if no one listened to anyone but the legitimate government. In a monarchy with two people fighting for the crown that can be hard to identify though so I guess we just have to do what we feel is in the best national interest."
"Heh, I know exactly what you mean by that. Unfortunately, it seems like there's always something in which we need to step into, or when we finally don't have something that requires our action, we've got a huge target on our head. It's quite annoying. And depending on the outcome on our election coming up, it will be interesting as there's such a wide variety of candidates. Alas, this is my last term, so it'll be up to them to lead the country in the right direction." Tanner replied.

"Well then, I think you'll find this party quite enjoyable. Alot of people are here as you can see, just enjoying the evening." Tanner said.
"It sure looks like fun," Kyle said. "Let's go join the party."

Willem chuckled again, "Well, you can't chuck people in jail for using their freedom to damage their body. Unless you know what's best for them of course, then you have an excuse." The Grand Duke winked.

"Well, of course. And we are the rulers, so that means we always know the best for them."

"oh, ok, so, from what country are you, beautiful lady?" The President said to Zun

"Excuse me, who are you?" Zun asked annoyed.

ooc: oh ok,


"damn, he's allies demand that our military stand down within 48 hours or be met with a "appropriate response", he's country is bordered with mine, King Willem, if a war brokes out between my Empire and his Nation, may i guarantee your aid?" said by the King with a serious face

"Should my brother not have recked the country by declaring war or something like that which I highly soubt then yes, you can garuantee my support. Perhaps we could do the paper work to exchange embassies" the King said as serious as the other King.

"Heh, I know exactly what you mean by that. Unfortunately, it seems like there's always something in which we need to step into, or when we finally don't have something that requires our action, we've got a huge target on our head. It's quite annoying. And depending on the outcome on our election coming up, it will be interesting as there's such a wide variety of candidates. Alas, this is my last term, so it'll be up to them to lead the country in the right direction." Tanner replied.

"I know what you mean. Of course, I never have to worry about elections, being monarch. Do you mind if I go and mingle with the other guests?" Willem V commented, about to leave the President to his business.

"Well, of course. And we are the rulers, so that means we always know the best for them."

"Yes, of course," Willem laughed a little.

"ok, sure, King Willem, here's the required form, http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=544993&highlight=Philippiniada fill it out and submit it when your finished, where's your paperwork so it can be finished and made official," the King said excitingly

"I do sure hope not. It could spell serious trouble - and obviously since the land we stand on right this very moment is, indeed, Africa, we shall defend it if the time comes - God forbid." Tanner replied.

"Yes...I've been working to improve relations with the Gholgothans. A rather ambitious project the Ministry of Economic Development's been throwing around is a cross-continental superhighway. It would run from North Africa all the way to the Cape, linking our states and those in between in a large trade corridor."

"It sure looks like fun," Kyle said. "Let's go join the party."
"Yes, it is, and will only become more so." Tanner said as they walked towards some of the crowd.

"Should my brother not have recked the country by declaring war or something like that which I highly soubt then yes, you can garuantee my support. Perhaps we could do the paper work to exchange embassies" the King said as serious as the other King.



"I know what you mean. Of course, I never have to worry about elections, being monarch. Do you mind if I go and mingle with the other guests?" Willem V commented, about to leave the President to his business.
"Oh, absolutely, go." Tanner said with a smile, "We'll talk more later."

"Yes...I've been working to improve relations with the Gholgothans. A rather ambitious project the Ministry of Economic Development's been throwing around is a cross-continental superhighway. It would run from North Africa all the way to the Cape, linking our states and those in between in a large trade corridor."
"That's great. If this goes go anywhere, let us know, as we'd love to have it connect to our cross-country super Autobahn's. Also, we would be pleased to assist in construction and funding of this, as well." Tanner said with a large grin, clearly excited about such an idea.

Will sat around, looking at his cellphone, he picked up his cellphone and saw the message from his son, Raul. Then another message from the GIA concerning his son, he was in trouble...

The song Silent Night played...

Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in Heavenly peace
Sleep in Heavenly peace

Silent night, Holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from Heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Hallelujah
Christ, the Savior is born
Christ, the Savior is born

Silent night, Holy night
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from thy Holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth

"Oh, absolutely, go." Tanner said with a smile, "We'll talk more later."

"Yes, of course," King Willem said to his host.

"ok, sure, King Willem, here's the required form, http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=544993&highlight=Philippiniada fill it out and submit it when your finished, where's your paperwork so it can be finished and made official," the King said excitingly

"Thank you, I'll fill it out soon. Here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=546094) are the forms for the Dutch Kingdom. Lots of paperwork, eh? It's required though to keep everything safe and diplomatic," the elderly man commented.

"Yes, of course," Willem laughed a little.

Zun laughed as well.
"And always believed it would be boring to get in to politics" she said, smiling.

"Yes, it is, and will only become more so." Tanner said as they walked towards some of the crowd.
"So, I'm sure this had been asked more than a few times," Kyle said, "how is your country? I heard of the upcoming elections."

"That's great. If this goes go anywhere, let us know, as we'd love to have it connect to our cross-country super Autobahn's. Also, we would be pleased to assist in construction and funding of this, as well." Tanner said with a large grin, clearly excited about such an idea.

"I've contacted the government of Crimmond, and your allies in Xeraphia are similarly interested in such a project. We will likely hold preliminary meetings to plan the route fairly soon. Plus, our country has a lot of cash, which will make financing the project fairly easy, relatively speaking."

"This is part of our overall plan to reengineer our entire highway network, both to standardize our roads with your own and to accommodate the needs of modern vehicles."

"I've contacted the government of Crimmond, and your allies in Xeraphia are similarly interested in such a project. We will likely hold preliminary meetings to plan the route fairly soon. Plus, our country has a lot of cash, which will make financing the project fairly easy, relatively speaking."

"This is part of our overall plan to reengineer our entire highway network, both to standardize our roads with your own and to accommodate the needs of modern vehicles."
"Perfect. We would love to work on this. With our economy booming as it is, we do have plenty of money to assist, and I am sure our companies would be willing to assist as well, seeing as it likely would only help their business. Do you have a timeline setup?"

"So, I'm sure this had been asked more than a few times," Kyle said, "how is your country? I heard of the upcoming elections."
"Heh, yes, that's been quite the common question, but it's a good one. We're standing here having a party, aren't we?" Tanner said smiling, "Things are going well overall. You probably have heard all the news about Xeraph and other allied forces working on a military buildup in ViZion. Beyond that, things are going very well since the situation of our two civilians being killed is over. The elections should be a good one, there's alot of good candidates. Things well back in Brutland and Norden, yes?" Tanner responded.

OOC: I didn't ask you that yet, did I?

"Perfect. We would love to work on this. With our economy booming as it is, we do have plenty of money to assist, and I am sure our companies would be willing to assist as well, seeing as it likely would only help their business. Do you have a timeline setup?"

"We've been examining potential routes for a while now, so really it is likely we could begin work as soon as enough states sign on to complete the route. I imagine we'd be looking at no more than another year's worth of planning before construction."

Zun laughed as well.
"And always believed it would be boring to get in to politics" she said, smiling.

"Yes, well, I don't have much of a choice, do I?" the Grand Duke asked rhetorically and smiled.

"We've been examining potential routes for a while now, so really it is likely we could begin work as soon as enough states sign on to complete the route. I imagine we'd be looking at no more than another year's worth of planning before construction."
"Excellent. Well, I can say that you and this project has my full support on this great setup. Africa and all its nations will benefit greatly from it. It is time that Africa may rise up along site Europe, the America's, Asia, and Australia." Tanner said with a large grin.

"Everyone could use this - it will help the economies and growth of every state willing to get in on this. Do you see the possibility of having it run through the Middle East and then splitting off into a East-West setting running across Eurasia?" Tanner asked.

"Excellent. Well, I can say that you and this project has my full support on this great setup. Africa and all its nations will benefit greatly from it. It is time that Africa may rise up along site Europe, the America's, Asia, and Australia." Tanner said with a large grin.

"We all stand to make a lot of money from this move. I can already see the sheer volume of trade that would be enabled by this infrastructure...and it's more than enough to recover the cost of the project in a timely fashion."

"Everyone could use this - it will help the economies and growth of every state willing to get in on this. Do you see the possibility of having it run through the Middle East and then splitting off into a East-West setting running across Eurasia?" Tanner asked.

"We'll build it out as far as the world want us to; I'd ideally like to link the entire Eurasian landmass with Africa and the Middle East using this network..."

"...the ultimate goal being, of course, a true international highway system. I'd say we will soon have the technology to do so, even if the economics still have a way to go."

"We all stand to make a lot of money from this move. I can already see the sheer volume of trade that would be enabled by this infrastructure...and it's more than enough to recover the cost of the project in a timely fashion."

"We'll build it out as far as the world want us to; I'd ideally like to link the entire Eurasian landmass with Africa and the Middle East using this network..."

"...the ultimate goal being, of course, a true international highway system. I'd say we will soon have the technology to do so, even if the economics still have a way to go."
"Exactly. This will benefit everyone - the government, the companies, the people. Everyone. Which is why you have our 100% full support on this. And, given we divide Africa in half into north and south essentially, it's a pretty good thing for this highway, or it would be, shall we say, screwed?" he said with a small laugh. "Anyway, surely no nation has turned it down yet in Africa, have they?" he asked, before continuing, "And it's great, absolutely WONDERFUL, that there are plans to expand across Eurasia. Africa will rise with this - as will any state joining this. Surely there will be states outside of Africa against this - that seems to be the way of the world - but alas, anyone willing to overcome such prejustice views against Africa and are willing to link upto this truly international and intercontinental freeway system will stand to - as you said before - profit is vast, vast amounts that will pay for itself seemingly overnight."

Will looked around for someone to talk to, he had to get distracted from his thirst.

Will looked around for someone to talk to, he had to get distracted from his thirst.
"Can I get you something to drink?" asked a server.

"Can I get you something to drink?" asked a server.

"Yes, Ice water please."said Will very worried now.

"Yes, Ice water please."said Will very worried now.
"I will get that for you. And, can I get you something else? You look concerned, sir." he replied.

"I will get that for you. And, can I get you something else? You look concerned, sir." he replied.

I'm fine."said Will now walking away slowly.

I'm fine."said Will now walking away slowly.
"Alright. Let me know if you need some help, I'll go grab your water." he said, running off to get it.

"Alright. Let me know if you need some help, I'll go grab your water." he said, running off to get it.

Will kept himself calm while he waited, when he gets back to Greal, he would ransack every medical store looking for a "cure".

Will kept himself calm while he waited, when he gets back to Greal, he would ransack every medical store looking for a "cure".
The server returned with a glass of water. "Are you sure I can't get you some help?"

The server returned with a glass of water. "Are you sure I can't get you some help?"

"Yes I'm fine."said Will drinking the water,he looked as calm as possible.

"Yes I'm fine."said Will drinking the water,he looked as calm as possible.
"Let me know if I can get you more water or anything else to drink, sir. And don't hesitate to grab ANY of us if you need something." replied the server.

"Let me know if I can get you more water or anything else to drink, sir. And don't hesitate to grab ANY of us if you need something." replied the server.

Will Nodded and walked off, hopefully the pizza was ready.......

The smell of pizza began to waffer through the surrounding air, dancing in peoples noses.

Six sets of different types of pizza - each set having six 18" pizza's - were being pulled out of the oven and moved to the counter for people to eat.

The smell of pizza began to waffer through the surrounding air, dancing in peoples noses.

Six sets of different types of pizza - each set having six 18" pizza's - were being pulled out of the oven and moved to the counter for people to eat.

He looked for a plate to put his pizza on. He was very hungry.

A server was just bringing out a freshly cleaned set of plates out, and stacked them at the end of the marble bar.

A server was just bringing out a freshly cleaned set of plates out, and stacked them at the end of the marble bar.

He grabbed a plate after it was laid out and began picking out a few pieces, then he went to look for a place to sit down.

OOC: Greal, you can RP grabbing your plate and getting a seat you know... ;) lol

Will sat down and ate, he was still thirsty, maybe he should ask these ViZion people.........

ooc: ViZion, waiting for your reply on my post last tym,

"President Kilo, here are the forms necessary of establishing a Embassy in our nation,(ooc: i'll just find the link, i'll post it later), President, i know many pretty gurls are here in ViZion, maybe you can introduce them to the King so he could have a Queen?," The President said and then laughs
OOC: assuming this is the post??
IC:
President Kilo almost choked at that comment, "Heh, we don't exactly 'marry off' our women like that. However, there is nothing forbidding you from, after the party, going through Vitalita to see what women you can meet. Just be careful - many are outspoken and/or are taken, and they'll be very vocal about it to you." President Kilo said with a laugh and a smile.

"Pizzzzzza!" Minister Esporza shouted, to Minister Cyran's disaproval. Esporza literally ran up, grabbed a whole pizza, and sat down, not even bothering to check what the toppings were.

Will sat down and ate, he was still thirsty, maybe he should ask these ViZion people.........

Lord Sumguy walked over and sat down next to him, a look of mild concern on his face. "You seem to be drinking quite a bit here, is something wrong?"

"Yes, well, I don't have much of a choice, do I?" the Grand Duke asked rhetorically and smiled.
"Oh yeah. How is it to know that you are borned to be the leader? To know that you don't have any choice?"

"Oh yeah. How is it to know that you are borned to be the leader? To know that you don't have any choice?"

"Well, firstly, that means until my father abdicates or dies I just have to get an excellent education and be prepared to run the kingdom when the time comes. It also means I don't have to worry about what I shall do for a living. In the meantime I have about 3.5% of what I will run to run which is nothing, espeially considering that the King runs most of everything and all the Grand Dukes and Dukes alike just have meetings with mayours and have control over some licenses which may not be applicable elsewhere. For example, fishing licenses are issued in Zeeland, because it is made of islands but in my province there are few lakes and rivers and as such issuing fishing licenses would be useless. Military, foreign affairs, transportation, and business start-up grants are given by the King. Licenses like driving, prostitution and guns are also issued by him. If applicable, I issue fishing, boating and hunting licenses. I also run healthcare and education. What are the subdivisions and powers of such subdivisions in your country?" Willem VI explained.

Lord Sumguy walked over and sat down next to him, a look of mild concern on his face. "You seem to be drinking quite a bit here, is something wrong?"

"Lord Sumguy, its nice to see you again!"said Will taken by surprise."Nothing is wrong, my throat hurts a little, I thought drinking would help."

"Well, firstly, that means until my father abdicates or dies I just have to get an excellent education and be prepared to run the kingdom when the time comes. It also means I don't have to worry about what I shall do for a living. In the meantime I have about 3.5% of what I will run to run which is nothing, espeially considering that the King runs most of everything and all the Grand Dukes and Dukes alike just have meetings with mayours and have control over some licenses which may not be applicable elsewhere. For example, fishing licenses are issued in Zeeland, because it is made of islands but in my province there are few lakes and rivers and as such issuing fishing licenses would be useless. Military, foreign affairs, transportation, and business start-up grants are given by the King. Licenses like driving, prostitution and guns are also issued by him. If applicable, I issue fishing, boating and hunting licenses. I also run healthcare and education. What are the subdivisions and powers of such subdivisions in your country?" Willem VI explained.

"As far as I know, the Board of Directors decides about everything. Then the Managers of the different Districts just make sure that the decisions are followed. And I don't elieve this is going to change soon, Komekong have splitted in to various small nations in thousands of times, and it has happened three times just since the royalty was overthrown in 1960, so I don't think Komekong is ready for regional control yet." Zun answered.

OOC: I didn't ask you that yet, did I?
OOC: Not yet. :)

"Heh, yes, that's been quite the common question, but it's a good one. We're standing here having a party, aren't we?" Tanner said smiling, "Things are going well overall. You probably have heard all the news about Xeraph and other allied forces working on a military buildup in ViZion. Beyond that, things are going very well since the situation of our two civilians being killed is over. The elections should be a good one, there's alot of good candidates. Things well back in Brutland and Norden, yes?" Tanner responded.
"Didn't know that," Kyle said with a sheepish smile, "Guess we're too out of the way to receive foreign news. Perhaps I should tell TRNM to focus more on relevant foreign news. The media back at home keep on reporting silly (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12974187&postcount=2) stuff (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13143617&postcount=6), perhaps because Brutland and Norden is doing a bit too well to have real problems. I heard about your elections, I believe TRNM is covering it. We're going to have ours next year also. Any candidate in your election that you want to win?"

"Didn't know that," Kyle said with a sheepish smile, "Guess we're too out of the way to receive foreign news. Perhaps I should tell TRNM to focus more on relevant foreign news. The media back at home keep on reporting silly (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12974187&postcount=2) stuff (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13143617&postcount=6), perhaps because Brutland and Norden is doing a bit too well to have real problems. I heard about your elections, I believe TRNM is covering it. We're going to have ours next year also. Any candidate in your election that you want to win?"
"Well, the mobilization has since ended, as allied troops have headed home. That issue is done with now actually, so things are quite well here. I'm putting my support behind Hiro, but there's a couple others that I would not hate to have in office should he not win." Tanner replied.

"Well, the mobilization has since ended, as allied troops have headed home. That issue is done with now actually, so things are quite well here. I'm putting my support behind Hiro, but there's a couple others that I would not hate to have in office should he not win." Tanner replied.
"It's nice to hear that. I should be lucky if Brutland and Norden won't fight a war in my reign. There seem to be too many aggressive nations nowadays," Kyle said, and then called a passing server with a tray full of drinks. "By the way, when are the elections?"

"The elections will be held in a couple (NS) months. It should be good." Tanner said.

"What would you like, sir?" asked the server.

"The elections will be held in a couple (NS) months. It should be good." Tanner said.

"What would you like, sir?" asked the server.
"Just juice," Kyle answered, and then turned to Tanner. "We'll be following up those elections."

OOC: Sorry, I've been really busy last few days, and the next 2-3 days will be the same. At the begining of January, I'll be able to actively RP again.

OOC: sorry for the last 2 days i havent RP.. my aunt just died, im not in the mood, i'll RP tommorow, for sure

OOC: Phil... sorry to hear about that... hope you'd doin better... also, everyone stopped RPing too?

OOC: No, I'm waiting for LS to respond to my post.......:D

"Lord Sumguy, its nice to see you again!"said Will taken by surprise."Nothing is wrong, my throat hurts a little, I thought drinking would help."

OOC: sorry, didnt notice.

IC: "Likewise. Now, I know this is a celebratory occasion, but I am afraid I am preoccupied with confusion over your government's actions as of late. Would you be able to enlighten me, so far as you are able to without revealing anything your government wouldn't want me to know, as to what Mrd. Hasely's attitude towards myself and intentions for Greal are? I'm afraid she has not contacted me since I spoke to her in person after the surrender of the Red Skull forces near Womer."

OOC: sorry, didnt notice.

IC: "Likewise. Now, I know this is a celebratory occasion, but I am afraid I am preoccupied with confusion over your government's actions as of late. Would you be able to enlighten me, so far as you are able to without revealing anything your government wouldn't want me to know, as to what Mrd. Hasely's attitude towards myself and intentions for Greal are? I'm afraid she has not contacted me since I spoke to her in person after the surrender of the Red Skull forces near Womer."

John saw Lord Sumguy and he walked over to him and he said "I apologize for being standoffish, I was just embrolied in my own affairs, as you know my wife is the Imperial Minister of Cazelia, and rumor has it, 15 Cazelian Marines were ordered by someone to slaughter 5 people, one was a three year old accused of treason, it was not my wife who ordered such treachery.."

The Hegemon nodded. "Commisar Hunred will be dealt with, I assure you, and you need but name who it was who ordered this, and I will...handle him as well. I will tolerate no such actions within Hegemonic armed forces, and he will be made an example of." He smiled, and continued. "The Abrahamic League is much more than it appears on the surface, there is much that goes on that even a member of the high council such as yourself is unaware of. In time, should you be deemed worthy by certain among them, it's true scope and range of activity will be revealed to you." He chuckled. "Sorry if I sound a bit cryptic, but I can say no more than that. It will all make sense in time, as will the relation between the League and what will become of whoever this person is."

Lord Sumguy nodded. "Commisar Hunred will be dealt with, I assure you. I will tolerate no such actions within Hegemonic armed forces, and he will be made an example of." He smiled, and continued. "You aren't the first person directly involved to approach me on the subject."

John looked surprised and he said "That's the devils name eh?, well I've sent a spec ops team in to capture him, and bring him in for trial.."

John looked surprised and he said "That's the devils name eh?, well I've sent a spec ops team in to capture him, and bring him in for trial.."

OOC: I edited my post while you wre replying. It was actually someone else, from what i saw in the thread Hunred was just the person who carried it out.

OOC: sorry, didnt notice.

IC: "Likewise. Now, I know this is a celebratory occasion, but I am afraid I am preoccupied with confusion over your government's actions as of late. Would you be able to enlighten me, so far as you are able to without revealing anything your government wouldn't want me to know, as to what Mrd. Hasely's attitude towards myself and intentions for Greal are? I'm afraid she has not contacted me since I spoke to her in person after the surrender of the Red Skull forces near Womer."

"I'm not sure either, I left Greal during the Civil war, I did hear rumors that the election might be canceled."said Will who was slightly worried, he never usually mentioned anything like this in Greal, because GIA agents were watching him, now that he was out of the country, he could safely talk.

Lord Sumguy became stone-faced. "Cancelled? Surely you are joking. Does Sarah actually think I will allow that?"

Lord Sumguy became stone-faced. "Cancelled? Surely you are joking. Does Sarah actually think I will allow that?"

John said "I heard about the Greal conflict, will the Hegemony require any of our forces?, some of our forces are tied up in Operation Sword.." He knew that Lord Sumguy would be interested on what Operation Sword was..

Lord Sumguy became stone-faced. "canceled? Surely you are joking. Does Sarah actually think I will allow that?"

Will Suddenly realized that if he didn't say that, he would have avoided a war in Greal. But he had to go with it, he admired Lord Sumguy and the Hegemony very much.
"I'm not sure, those are just rumors. Anyway, hows life in your nation?"said Will, he wanted to avoid the subject, but something told him that Lord Sumguy would continue the subject of the elections.

Lord Sumguy noticed Will's avoidance of the subject, and decided to pursue it no further. "I'm sure Mrs. Hasely will be able to fully explain herself, I will be paying her a visit within the next few days. Anyway, life in the Holy Empire is exellent. Our economy is doing extremely well, and and we recently passed the mark of 1.5 bilion citizens. I also currently enjoy a 76% approval rating." He paused then lowered his voice. "I realise that what you have just told me would not be approved of by certain people within your nations government. Therefore, I am willing to offer you protection and asylum within the Holy Empire should you need it at any point in the near future."

With that, he turned to John. "Well, not yet, and hopefully not any time in the near future. Unfortunately though, there is a chance that the full might of the Calizorinstani military will soon be required for the survival and unity of the Hegemony. What is Operation Sword, exactly?"

Lord Sumguy noticed Will's avoidance of the subject, and decided to pursue it no further. "I'm sure Mrs. Hasely will be able to fully explain herself, I will be paying her a visit within the next few days. Anyway, life in the Holy Empire is exellent. Our economy is doing extremely well, and and we recently passed the mark of 1.5 bilion citizens. I also currently enjoy a 76% approval rating." He paused then lowered his voice. "I realise that what you have just told me would not be approved of by certain people within your nations government. Therefore, I am willing to offer you protection and asylum within the Holy Empire should you need it at any point in the near future."

With that, he turned to John. "Well, not yet, and hopefully not any time in the near future. Unortunately though, there is a chance that the full might of the Calizorinstani military will soon be required for the survival and unity of the Hegemony. What is Operation Sword, exactly?"

Will looked slightly relived.
"Thank you Lord Sumguy. Now if you excuse me, I have to head back to Greal to organize The government. Good day."said Will, then he left the party and headed back to his Boeing 787, in 8 hours he would get to Greal.

With that, he turned to John. "Well, not yet, and hopefully not any time in the near future. Unortunately though, there is a chance that the full might of the Calizorinstani military will soon be required for the survival and unity of the Hegemony. What is Operation Sword, exactly?"

John said "Well, I sure hope so, Operation Sword is.." He coughed and continued "This nation named Jingkstan, supports terrorist groups that attacked Drvaska, a sovereign nation that Jingkstan claims executed several of their citizens, but there is no proof of that, so I joined on the side of Drvaska, and we are starting the invasion sooon. I brought the Seventh Fleet, First Army, and 8th and 9th Air Force to bear on Jingkstan, who are in training equivalent to the Chinese.."