NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Open only to those approved in the dign up thread here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13528042).

OOC thread [will post momentarily]


IC:

Saar-Kaleforest, Kirav

'Twas a warm spring day in this northwestern Kiravian city. On the campus of Sardson University, the sun lit the red-stone dormitories, the geometric class halls, and the acres of shade trees and meticulously maintained lawns.

What a wonderful way to start a new term, thought Emilia Westland, a cetology student. Like many of the Sardsonians slowly walking through the gates, she was a Kiravian that had come to join the highly influential and respected academic class of Kiravia, and to embrace the rich intellectual wealth of her civilisation. But as she walked through Dyson Quadrangle, the centre for Engineering studies, she glimpsed some markedly un-Kiravic faces. There was an Echonian, an Alversian, and even a professor who was undisputably Stoklomolvian.

In former years, few foriegn students filled Sardson's seats. Only about ten or twenty, mostly from closely allied countries. But the Acadiþing, or college council, had decided to open up fifty seats for guests from abroad.

Emilia turned her head to let her eyes follow one of the male foreigners. These new classmates would certainly be interesting, to say the least.

Julius had learned that punctuality was less important than skill and knowledge, yet it was how punctual you were that often made the largest impression on others in regard to your character. So, when he was shipped from the Octurn Military Base-Omega to Marsh city Airport, he had arrived for the shuttle five minutes before it had arrived. When the plane had touched down in Saar-Kaleforest, Kirav he had immediately moved to get to his pre-arranged shuttle. The driver, as Julius had been early, suggested some places to eat to spend the time. Julius refused these offers. There would be time for these things, but it was nearly nine-thirty AM and he wanted to be at the university in time for his morning prayer at ten.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived and Julius quickly unpacked. He hadn't brought much besides a few changes of clothes, the holy text, school supplies, and some personal items. He walked through the gates of the university and looked around to find some open area to have his prayer. Looking at a collection of shade trees, he walks over quickly and sits his stuff down. The time was 9:58. He looked through his stuff and found his text. Keeping it close to his face as he began the prayer, he relaxed.

Julius had learned that punctuality was less important than skill and knowledge, yet it was how punctual you were that often made the largest impression on others in regard to your character. So, when he was shipped from the Octurn Military Base-Omega to Marsh city Airport, he had arrived for the shuttle five minutes before it had arrived. When the plane had touched down in Saar-Kaleforest, Kirav he had immediately moved to get to his pre-arranged shuttle. The driver, as Julius had been early, suggested some places to eat to spend the time. Julius refused these offers. There would be time for these things, but it was nearly nine-thirty AM and he wanted to be at the university in time for his morning prayer at ten.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived and Julius quickly unpacked. He hadn't brought much besides a few changes of clothes, the holy text, school supplies, and some personal items. He walked through the gates of the university and looked around to find some open area to have his prayer. Looking at a collection of shade trees, he walks over quickly and sits his stuff down. The time was 9:58. He looked through his stuff and found his text. Keeping it close to his face as he began the prayer, he relaxed.

A group of Theology students outside Athabaska Hall noticed the foreign student praying in open air. Genuinely interested, they watched closely, waiting for him to finish his prayer so that they could pester him with questions.

Darius arrived at the Kirvan Airport early he was wearing a red long T shirt and had his pants saggin low with a burgrandy bandana in his back right pocket. He had a red fitted with a white P logo on it. The most outstanding thing on him was the gold chain hanging real low. He was ready to start his college life after hearing stories about college from his brothers. Darius brought alot of clothes and other belongings with him. He was not nervous and was prepared for anything to happen. He was thinking about the school sports and girls.


Darius stopped a taxi and got inside with his belongings he arrived at the school very soon. He unloaded all his stuff in brought into the dorm which he was assigned to on a paper after that. He walked outside and stood around looking at the school's campus and people.

Dominic Blitz
Dominic was noticed early and often by those who surrounded him. He was "that guy" - the one with the looks, the luck, and the athleticism - but without any haughty sense of arrogance or utter lack of brains. By no means would he be considered a top tier student, but that didn't mean he couldn't get good grades when he was motivated.

Today was no different. With a chiseled and athletic appearance, wearing a light military jacket with the sleeves rolled up, and already under close inspection as one of fifty foreigners entering the incoming class at the university, Dominic would easily be noticed and judged. Not that it bothered him. He would build his reputation in due time. For the moment, he was only focused on the paper map he held in his hand with the layout of the campus. With a small duffel bag that matched his jacket hanging from a strap on his shoulder and the juggle ball he was juggling as he trudged up the stone path, Dominic repeated the directions he had been given to find his room.

"Hope I don't get a stiff," he muttered inaudibly to himself as he thought about a roommate. He didn't necessarily want a jock or someone exactly like himself, he just didn't want a boring stiff who had no fun and worked constantly. "Where, oh where has my sweet room gone now?"

[OOC: My demonym is "Stoklomolvi". :p]

Vlad Iosifovich Dracula
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Vlad, the new military strategy/equipment and engineering professor, was walking off the train when he saw the large university. He pulled out a stove-pipe like cigar, prepared to light it, and accidentally dropped the match onto his shoe. He quickly kicked the match off and stomped on it, before flinging the cigar over his shoulder. He looked to his left and right, and ran to a dark corner of the school where he reached into his coat and pulled out bits and pieces of metal. Using those pieces, he quickly assembled a Yarygin PYa. He centred the gun on a girl, safety on, and then stuck it back into his coat. He pulled out his pipe and loaded it with a piece of ripped paper, and then flung the paper onto a wall before running back to the rest of the foreigners. On the paper was the writing, "Agent 18294KVSSA arrived."

Soon after, a shadowy figure ran to the same corner, looked around, and picked up the paper. He read the words, smiled grimly, and ran off again.

[OOC: Vlad has some...shady connections. This isn't a plot to blow up the school or anything, mind you. It's actually rather good for the firearms class, and it won't damage the school at all.]

".... Um.... I don't mean to argue, but I applied before the cut off post. Am I accepted...?" said August calmly as he looked about in slight confusion






































IC:

Saar-Kaleforest, Kirav

'Twas a warm spring day in this northwestern Kiravian city. On the campus of Sardson University, the sun lit the red-stone dormitories, the geometric class halls, and the acres of shade trees and meticulously maintained lawns.

What a wonderful way to start a new term, thought Emilia Westland, a cetology student. Like many of the Sardsonians slowly walking through the gates, she was a Kiravian that had come to join the highly influential and respected academic class of Kiravia, and to embrace the rich intellectual wealth of her civilisation. But as she walked through Dyson Quadrangle, the centre for Engineering studies, she glimpsed some markedly un-Kiravic faces. There was an Echonian, an Alversian, and even a professor who was undisputably Stoklomolvian.

In former years, few foriegn students filled Sardson's seats. Only about ten or twenty, mostly from closely allied countries. But the Acadiþing, or college council, had decided to open up fifty seats for guests from abroad.

Emilia turned her head to let her eyes follow one of the male foreigners. These new classmates would certainly be interesting, to say the least.[/QUOTE]

After finishing his prayer, he packed his text into the bag and stood up. He started walking to the entrance, noticing a young man with a low-hanging gold chain and an attractive local female, but otherwise focused on what he was doing. At that time, a group of students that had been walking towards him from Athabaska Hall.

OOC: Go ahead, Stok!
IC:

The bell in Sardson's clocktower began to toll as the clock struck nine, signalling that many of the classes were to begin shortly.

Students slowly disengaged from their leisure, and headed off to the academic buildings to begin their new semester.

Aussa's plane had landed only a twenty minutes ago.She was expirencing a spell of jetlag due to the distance of her homeland from Kiravia. But her excitement seemed to hide her condition. One thing she quickly noticed was the radiant Kiravian sun."This must be a nation with much blessing from Lord Kass",Aussa thought as walked around Sardson's campus. She too saw Julius as he prayed,but didn't approach him for she didn't wish to be a disturbance. So,she found an area full of sun,she placed her possesions on a nearby bench,and began her own native prayer ritual.

(OCC:The Nosorian dressing style is similar to the way arabs dress,Aussa's clothes are a burgandy color and she's wearing black sandals. Like Muslim women, Nosorian women wear clothing over there head's,but Nosorians never cover their face,plus they take it off went praying.)

Darius hurried to class after hearing the large clocktower bell and he walked into the class and notice alot of foreigners. So he sat beside Emilia and said

"Whats up im Darius" said Darius

After finishing his prayer, he packed his text into the bag and stood up. He started walking towards the entrance when a group of locals, interested in his religion, started asking him questions. A few seemed interested in the actual belief structure, a few seemed to want to ridicule it, and a few more attempted to debate him on issues they found with his religion. hHe answered them all calmly and structured, neither attacking them nor letting what few insults were hurled at the structure of his life go by without a point-by-point deconstruction of their argument. Eventually, the curious ones left to go find friends, the secularists retreated, and the antagonists fled. He started walking to the entrance, noticing a young man with a low-hanging gold chain and an attractive local female, but otherwise focused on what he was doing. He asked a member of the staff where he could find his place of residence. It was an SU-owned student village that went by the name "Alabaster Hall". He started walking there.

OOC: I don't mean to nit-pick, but that was little bit of non-malicious god-mod.

".... Um.... I don't mean to argue, but I applied before the cut off post. Am I accepted...?" said August calmly as he looked about in slight confusion

Yes.

Aussa's plane had landed only a twenty minutes ago.She was expirencing a spell of jetlag due to the distance of her homeland from Kiravia. But her excitement seemed to hide her condition. One thing she quickly noticed was the radiant Kiravian sun."This must be a nation with much blessing from Lord Kass",Aussa thought as walked around Sardson's campus. She too saw Julius as he prayed,but didn't approach him for she didn't wish to be a disturbance. So,she found an area full of sun,she placed her possesions on a nearby bench,and began her own native prayer ritual.

(OCC:The Nosorian dressing style is similar to the way arabs dress,Aussa's clothes are a burgandy color and she's wearing black sandals. Like Muslim women, Nosorian women wear clothing over there head's,but Nosorians never cover their face,plus they take it off went praying.)

Professor Arys Welshford, who taught Middle Eastern Studies during the fall and winter, was walking toward the Library to retrieve a text on the colonial history of Yemen when he saw Aussa. Intrigued, he walked over to her, and asked in Kiravian English, "Excuse me, ma'am, but I couldn't help but notice ye'r manner o' dress. Are youm by chance, from té Mid-East?" Unaware that she was not, in fact, from the Midedle East, and of the fact that she spoke Coscivian, he awaited her answer.

[QUOTE=Vrall;13528610]

Darius walked into the classroom and sat beside Emilia and said

"Whats up im Darius" said Darius


Emilia turned to the foriegner, and replied, "Hello, Darius. My name is Emilia. I can tell that you're in the foreign exchange program, and," noticing his athletic build, "Probably going out for the track team. Where are you from?"

[QUOTE=Kirev;13528674]


Emilia turned to the foriegner, and replied, "Hello, Darius. My name is Emilia. I can tell that you're in the foreign exchange program, and," noticing his athletic build, "Probably going out for the track team. Where are you from?"

Darius looked at her and said "Yeah im in the exchange program im from Kirev so where you from."

OOC:Could you point out the godmod so I may edit my post, please?
You said, "A group of Theology students outside Athabaska Hall noticed the foreign student praying in open air. Genuinely interested, they watched closely, waiting for him to finish his prayer so that they could pester him with questions."
Therefore, I rolled with a group of Theology students asking my guy questions. Since they were NPCs and I didn't want to spend seven pages answering each question that may have been asked if someone else has to RP every NPC, I just played the conversation out. I then asked an NPC staff member about my room, and since I have yet to be told where I am supposed to be, I had to come up with something. If you wish, I can edit out the name of the place.

Ah, but you see, there are no NPCs in roleplay. Or at least not on NS. The characters other than the students and foriegn professors are played by me. THey won't ask a plethora of questions, but they will start a conversation.

Professor Arys Welshford, who taught Middle Eastern Studies during the fall and winter, was walking toward the Library to retrieve a text on the colonial history of Yemen when he saw Aussa. Intrigued, he walked over to her, and asked in Kiravian English, "Excuse me, ma'am, but I couldn't help but notice ye'r manner o' dress. Are youm by chance, from té Mid-East?" Unaware that she was not, in fact, from the Midedle East, and of the fact that she spoke Coscivian, he awaited her answer.

Aussa stood up to turn to the professor,she responed in Coscivian,"No sir, I'm from Nosoria",she said in a polite manner. She had a rather confused look on her face.

(OCC:Nosorians have never heard of the Middle East, so Aussa would be completly ignorant or the two races similar appearance,lol!)

The new professor walked up to the doors of the university and asked the directions to the firing range and his classroom, which was on a document that he pulled out of his coat.

Alexander Te'Ka scurried to the front door of Sardson, his luggage, which included a Kal'Har splinter rifle and a FCR-1 Rifle, was being carried on his back. he ran over to the front desk, slid the baggage off his arm and threw his hand down on the desk "Hi, I need a room; Under Alexander Te'Ka, from Cazelia"

OOC: what's the weather like in Sardson University? That way I know what 'Yana' would wear.

IC:
Yana Soepraptoputri stood still in front of the University, admiring the beauty of the Kiravian arcitecture.

"I wanted to take art, but no I have to take Military Science"

She walked past the gates, and towards the administration center. Yana wore only a tang-top and jeans, and many Kiravian students looked her way as she was walking. Some were wondering 'wow, she's hot!', others 'where is she from?' Yana then went to administration

"I hope I'm not, like, late. My name is, like, Yana Soepraptoputri. That's spelled, like, S-O-E-P-R-A-P-T-O Dash P-U-T-R-I"

Alyosha walked from the cab that had dropped him off and hefted his duffel, the letters CMDF (standing for Commonwealth Maritime Defense Force) stenciled on one side. He wore his ubiquitous faded jeans and a t-shirt that bore the emblem of the Meridian City Patriots, the capital city's hockey team. Over this, he wore a gray hooded sweatshirt, again stenciled with the letters CMDF. As he walked towards Sardson, he wondered if it was a good idea to wear the emblems of a foreign nation's military. Alyosha remembered how his parents had made him swear that upon his return, they would have yet another discussion about the military. They just didn't get it; his dream was to be a submariner, to be a part of the Silent Service. And this university would certainly provide a good experience for the future.

He could deal with hangovers and post-practice aches, but the jet lag from the eleven-hour plane ride from Oceana International Airport had left DeSean Williams dead tired on what was apparently the first day of classes. The hell was with the school that started on the first day...but Williams could sleep later, anyway. His old man had signed him up for four courses his sophmore year abroad, but the collegiate athlete wasn't focused too much on courses. Putting it all out on the field, showing not only his country but the whole fucking world, man, that was what mattered.

The white-outlined, green-emblazoned letters of his name stood out flashy in the bright sunshine of the new country, his bright citrus orange and jungle green OSU jersey - the one Williams had used to just wear around, rather than work in - sticking out against the more drab or dull colors of students flocking around in their cliques. His dark skin glistened in the bright light, almost illuminating the stud athlete as he tried to figure out where the hell he was going. No roomate had been in his room when he had first been assigned the dorm - and subsequently dropped everything up in there - so Williams still had no idea who he was going to be living with. He'd find out later, he guessed.

DeSean's physical profile also stuck out in sharp contrast to most of the other students milling around the campus that he'd seen so far. Didn't seem like a lot of athletic types - the types DeSean associated with. No, academic-looking kids dominated the scene, with unathletic profiles speaking big words and talking about dumb things. It wasn't that Williams couldn't talk and be cool with the non-athletes - he had done fine with some of 'em at Oceana State - but some of 'em, like the ones he guessed he was seeing for the most part, were just ridiculous. No social skills whatsoever.

It had taken the better part of an hour, but Williams had finally figured out where the majority of his classes were. PoliSci, Marketing, Sociology, Theology...where had his parents picked this list from, a dumpster in the hood? Not the most exciting slate of classes, but then again - who needed classes?

The only slightly disturbing thing was the email DeSean had recieved earlier in the month. The coaching staff here at SU didn't want to meet until the first day of school - was that really a good idea? Williams had a sinking feeling that he was going to have to carry the team - and the idea of playing with a crappy quarterback (Williams was used to the style and tight spirals of OSU's second-team All-Eastern Coastal Conference quarterback, David Winchell) was not a good one. Williams could certainly bust coverage to get open easily, but if there wasn't a quarterback who could get him the ball - what good was he? And not learning the coaching style and playbooks and all 'til the first day - that was off the charts wierd. OSU had started spring practice before Williams had even graduated high school, and he'd started in mid-June at the university. That was better strategy.

Getting bored with some of the wierd stares he was getting - did he stick out that much as a 6'4" black guy, or was it the OSU Hurricanes jersey? - Williams decided to head back to the dorm room 'til his 9 o'clock PoliSci class got underway. Getting back to the dorm room was an easy path - Williams had already memorized the route from the main quad. He had left what he had brought - which wasn't much, besides a bulging sports bag with equipment that he figured wouldn't be issued and another bag with his stuff in it - on the floor of the dorm. Hopefully his roomate wasn't some dick who would get pissed about simple living conditions.

[OOC: Speed things up here.]

Vlad nodded and walked off. He strolled about the hallways of the school until he reached the ostensibly large firing range. However, being an outdoor range, it did appear to be slightly muddy, possibly from someone dumping water or a recent rain. He walked into the range, pulled out his pistol, and centred it on a target riddled with holes. He put his pistol back into his coat and pulled several items out of his bag. He took out a high explosive pack, two AK-47s, two M-16A2s, one PKM, and one self-made, typical medieval crossbow. He sighed and picked up the AK-47, centred the gun and fired on a target.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit...", a young man with a loose army-green jacket and a bag toss on his shoulder muttered as he ran to the campus, quickly jumping over and aside anyone in the way, his mantra broken only by a quick yell of "Sorry!" in Coscivian or English.

Oh man, grandpa's gonna kill me for this, Marko Savajev thought in his head, hoping to find the administration as soon as possible. Having landed only yesterday, the jet lag had laid him low in the hostel where he had found a place to stay until his accommodation application came through. And now he had overslept... It would be just his luck if Political Sciences started early in the morning.

He could already hear grandpa telling him how he should behave better, be always ready, and never, ever be tardy. It wasn't befitting of the family name. God, how he hoped grandpa Leo would let it go at least once!

After stowing away his belongings in his dorm room-his dorm mate nowhere to be seen-Alyosha headed for his first class. It wasn't hard for him to figure out the layout of the campus; he'd long ago learned the naval ship coordinate system and had been a Pathfinder when younger, so he was in no rush to his Political Science class. As he was entering the building, he was bowled over by a student in a loose green army jacket that shouted an, "I'm sorry," before rushing into the building. Alyosha shrugged it off; of course people would be rushed on the first day.

A tall, blonde figure got out of a cab in front of the University and after paying the driver a generous tip, he took out a cigar from his leather jacket and lit it with a metal lighter that he produced from the same pocket. Ivan savoured the taste of the cool Airstrip One tobacco, letting the smoke roll over his tongue before he blew some smoke rings.

"So, this is to be my latest test," Ivan mused aloud as he took in the sights and sounds of his new environment. A test of resolve, a test of courage, a test of will. In the end only the strong survive, he remembered from his days in the Youth Legion. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a picture of a young man in German military uniform, smiling and with a beautiful woman in his arms.

"I will not let you down great-grandfather," Ivan promised, picking up his solitary bag, a drab grey duffel and marched into the university, the hobnails on his black boots clacking on any hard surfaces. If this didn't get people's attention then the slogan on his T-shirt would. It was plain black except for the front, which had the double SS runes on it in white with the words "Meine Ehre Heisst Treue" also in white and below it. His jacket was open so everyone would be able to see it.

As he was walking, Ivan realised he probably couldn't smoke inside so he looked for the nearest person who looked like a student.
"Have a cigar," he stated, grabbing the person's hand and putting the cigar in it. "Don't waste it," he added, walking off. He remembered that it was Politics, a personal favourite of his. Of course in Nazi Skgorria, Politics had simply learning Nazi slogans and learning an irrational hatred of communism, but Ivan still enjoyed it.

Ivan had no idea where he was supposed to go, what he was supposed to do and when he was supposed to do it, but he did not care. The ubermensch forges his own destiny he told himself as he strode towards his first class, not paying any real attention to the students and staff around him.

Marko was sweaty and breathing like a steam engine when he finally got to the administrative offices.

"Uh... Good morning", he said a little sheepishly, wiping his sweaty brown. He then pulled out his wallet to show his ID papers.

"Marko Savajev, Northern Rangeria... Um... I hope I am not late for registration?" he asked the bureaucrat behind the desk. He was wracking his brain just to remember whether or not there was going to be an orientation class for exchange students.

Vlad had been shooting the same target for so long that it fell over and cracked into pieces when it landed on the grass. He reloaded his AK-47 again, and dropped the 42nd clip onto the ground while pulling another one and a small hammer out of his coat. He put the AK-47 on the ground, and pulled a small hand-held transceiver and muttered something into it. He looked towards the sky, and after a moment a large bag came flying through the air and landed at his feet. He muttered something else into the transceiver, and another bag landed. He muttered into the transceiver and put it away. In one bag, he pulled out several cases of dynamite and explosives. In the other, a large case with several vials of nitroglycerin were stored. He stacked the boxes on top of one another and stumbled out of the courtyard, and from there he attempted to get to the new demolitions building that he had been telling his construction foreman to build.

For all of Ivan's bluster, he was remarkably awful at memorising maps, which is how he ended up at the same desk that Marko was at. He had overheard some of the conversation and walked up the desk, leant on it and asked.

"Right you, bureaucrat, what's going on here? I'm Ivan Servchenko," he stated, pulling out his government-issue ID card and putting it back in his jacket, "and I have no idea what is going on. Am I go to my dorm? Am I to go to class? Where am I supposed to do?" He turned to the other student and rolled his eyes,

"bloody typical eh?" He stated, his voice dripping with scorn. "Haven't got a bloody clue, the lot of them."

Marko frowned when the military-style clad student almost pushed him aside at the desk. Not to mention that the guy's attitude was as rotten as a month-old tomato.

"Cut them some slack, buddy", he just said, trying to bite his tongue. The last thing he needed was to get involved in something that might get them both to the dean's office instead of the orientation class. "It's the first day and everybody's a little mixed up"

At that moment, Vlad lumbered into the room, carrying the boxes of explosives labelled "DANGER, THIS WAY UP ↑" all over the box. He looked over at the Skgorrian and frowned.

"Calm down, good sir, all of the foreigners are a bit, how to put it, disoriented."

He continued to stumble across the room.

Marko frowned when the military-style clad student almost pushed him aside at the desk. Not to mention that the guy's attitude was as rotten as a month-old tomato.

"Cut them some slack, buddy", he just said, trying to bite his tongue. The last thing he needed was to get involved in something that might get them both to the dean's office instead of the orientation class. "It's the first day and everybody's a little mixed up"

Alyosha had been walking by and had heard the exchange. Even though he may be at odd with his family, he was still their son, and he knew what a task a bureaucrat had before him.

"The guy's right," he piped up, "The bureaucracy is one of the most thankless jobs there is, aside from retail and food industry," Alyosha explained. "Although, the bureaucrat doesn't have to deal with the added headache of the capitalist management."

Ivan saw that his attitude was grating with more than one person, including someone carrying a crate. When he saw the label on it his eyes widened but said nothing, either this man was a very stupid terrorist or part of the Military Science faculty.

"I'm sorry, I just despise inefficency," he seethed, unclenching his fists. "The stress of a first day doesn't help either," he added before turning to the person behind the desk.
"My apologies, it will not happen again," Ivan offered in apology, his tone defferential. He then turned to the students and introduced himself.

"Ivan Servchenko of Skgorria," he stated, holding out his hand for anyone to shake.

The young man in a loose, army-green jacket visibly flinched when the name "Skgorria" passed Ivan's lips. His lips tightened, his brow turned down to a frown.

"Marko Savajev", he said with a nod. "Northern Rangeria."

[QUOTE=Kirav;13528687]

Darius looked at her and said "Yeah im in the exchange program im from Kirev so where you from."

"I'm from Neuthena, a little Kiravian colony in the Maritime Gulf."

Aussa stood up to turn to the professor,she responed in Coscivian,"No sir, I'm from Nosoria",she said in a polite manner. She had a rather confused look on her face.

(OCC:Nosorians have never heard of the Middle East, so Aussa would be completly ignorant or the two races similar appearance,lol!)

She spoke Coscivian! Welshford replied excitedly in his native tongue, "Ah! Nosoria! Our honoured Commonwealth state! It is our pleasure to have you here. Tell me, what are you studying here at Sardson?"

The new professor walked up to the doors of the university and asked the directions to the firing range and his classroom, which was on a document that he pulled out of his coat.

A fieldball player attempted to answer, but instead relayed the question to his friend, a Chemistry student. "It's near Woodbridge Quad, in the large, black, modern building. Just walk to the registar's office over there, go right, and you'll find it. We've not got a firing range, I'm afraid."

Alexander Te'Ka scurried to the front door of Sardson, his luggage, which included a Kal'Har splinter rifle and a FCR-1 Rifle, was being carried on his back. he ran over to the front desk, slid the baggage off his arm and threw his hand down on the desk "Hi, I need a room; Under Alexander Te'Ka, from Cazelia"

The registrar, an elderly Lærev woman, opened up a ledger, ran her acid green pen down several pages, and then selected a slot. She transliterated Te'Ka's name, and then passed him a key. "Welcome to Sardson. Your room is number seventeen in the Palermo Student Building, second floor," she droned apathetically.

OOC: what's the weather like in Sardson University? That way I know what 'Yana' would wear.

IC:
Yana Soepraptoputri stood still in front of the University, admiring the beauty of the Kiravian arcitecture.

"I wanted to take art, but no I have to take Military Science"

She walked past the gates, and towards the administration center. Yana wore only a tang-top and jeans, and many Kiravian students looked her way as she was walking. Some were wondering 'wow, she's hot!', others 'where is she from?' Yana then went to administration

"I hope I'm not, like, late. My name is, like, Yana Soepraptoputri. That's spelled, like, S-O-E-P-R-A-P-T-O Dash P-U-T-R-I"

The same Lærev registrar mentally rolled here eyes as she transliterated yet another foreigner's name into the University's runic script. "Welcome to Sardson. Are you seeking housing on campus or elsewhere?"

Alyosha walked from the cab that had dropped him off and hefted his duffel, the letters CMDF (standing for Commonwealth Maritime Defense Force) stenciled on one side. He wore his ubiquitous faded jeans and a t-shirt that bore the emblem of the Meridian City Patriots, the capital city's hockey team. Over this, he wore a gray hooded sweatshirt, again stenciled with the letters CMDF. As he walked towards Sardson, he wondered if it was a good idea to wear the emblems of a foreign nation's military. Alyosha remembered how his parents had made him swear that upon his return, they would have yet another discussion about the military. They just didn't get it; his dream was to be a submariner, to be a part of the Silent Service. And this university would certainly provide a good experience for the future.

A group of KEMET(Kiravian Empire Military Education and Training) students nodded to Alyosha as he approached the gate. A fellow military type.


-snip-

Getting bored with some of the wierd stares he was getting - did he stick out that much as a 6'4" black guy, or was it the OSU Hurricanes jersey? - Williams decided to head back to the dorm room 'til his 9 o'clock PoliSci class got underway. Getting back to the dorm room was an easy path - Williams had already memorized the route from the main quad. He had left what he had brought - which wasn't much, besides a bulging sports bag with equipment that he figured wouldn't be issued and another bag with his stuff in it - on the floor of the dorm. Hopefully his roomate wasn't some dick who would get pissed about simple living conditions.

And stand out he did. While his height fit in quite well, his dark complexion and muscular build contrasted heavily with the skimpy construction and pallid tones of this often overcast country's intellectuals. It didn't take long for someone to ask. "Hey, man. Where'r you from?"

[OOC: Speed things up here.]
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OOC: See earlier post.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit...", a young man with a loose army-green jacket and a bag toss on his shoulder muttered as he ran to the campus, quickly jumping over and aside anyone in the way, his mantra broken only by a quick yell of "Sorry!" in Coscivian or English.

Oh man, grandpa's gonna kill me for this, Marko Savajev thought in his head, hoping to find the administration as soon as possible. Having landed only yesterday, the jet lag had laid him low in the hostel where he had found a place to stay until his accommodation application came through. And now he had overslept... It would be just his luck if Political Sciences started early in the morning.

He could already hear grandpa telling him how he should behave better, be always ready, and never, ever be tardy. It wasn't befitting of the family name. God, how he hoped grandpa Leo would let it go at least once!

A Kiravian student whose partially dyed hair matched the colour of Marko's jacket noticed the lost, and probably late, outlander. "Looking for the Registration Office, I presume?"

Marko was sweaty and breathing like a steam engine when he finally got to the administrative offices.

"Uh... Good morning", he said a little sheepishly, wiping his sweaty brown. He then pulled out his wallet to show his ID papers.

"Marko Savajev, Northern Rangeria... Um... I hope I am not late for registration?" he asked the bureaucrat behind the desk. He was wracking his brain just to remember whether or not there was going to be an orientation class for exchange students.

The Lærev registrar was amused by the tardy foreigner, but she of course didn't show it. She looke dhim up in her ledger, and then answered dyrly, "No, sir. You're perfectly fine, btu you'd best get to your dorm quickly. Here's you keys and a map. Your room is #14, in the Palermo Building."

"A pleasure," grinned Ivan, noticing with pleasure the discomfort that Marko was feeling. Skgorrians sometimes had that effect on people, and Ivan couldn't resist turning the screw a little.
"Are you okay?" He asked with apparent concern, "you seem to be frowning at something. Perhaps you've never heard of Skgorria?"

Alex walked past the Skgorrian and stopped. He decided he could make a new friend before going down to the shooting range, and turned around facing the young man "Hello, my name's Alex"

"Oh ok thats cool", "so what it like dere and how old are you" said Darius looking at her

Ivan's grinned got wider as the Cazelian introduced himself.
"Ivan Servchenko," he stated, shaking the Cazelian's hand. "This certainly is jolly fun, what are you studying?"
He then turned to the registrar and asked politely,
"Ma'am, could you please tell me what I should be doing?"

"Oh ok thats cool, So how old are you" said Darius looking at her

"Twenty-one, and you?"

Vlad finally reached the demolitions chamber and called over one of the workers. The worker quickly took the crates and ran back inside. Vlad muttered something into his radio, and two bags flew through the air and landed in the grass at his feet. He ran back inside the university and slowed down as he reached the front desk. He looked over to the students, nodded, and continued walking to the firing range.

"Twenty-one, and you?"

"Im eighteen", "what you majoring in" said Darius

"Oh ok thats cool", "so what it like dere and how old are you" said Darius looking at her

"It's a chilly, medium-sized island, 110,000 square kilometres. We speak our own Coscivian language, and operate most of our own politics. About half of the people are Kiravians, like me, and the other half are native Mahakwa tirbesmen. I major in Cetology, but I'm also trying to get into Icthyology and Oceanography."

Vlad ran back into the firing range. He looked around, saw that nothing was stolen, and sighed out of relief. He walked over to the bags, and pulled out a small rocket from his coat. He launched it into the air, where it exploded with a magnificent boom that blinded him for a moment.

She spoke Coscivian! Welshford replied excitedly in his native tongue, "Ah! Nosoria! Our honoured Commonwealth state! It is our pleasure to have you here. Tell me, what are you studying here at Sardson?"

"Well Sir, I'm taking Political Science,Music,Art,and I plan to take a Kiravian history class.What classes do you teach ?",replied Aussa in again speaking in Coscivian,but the accent of her native dialect of the Nosorian language was still clear in her speech,for wherever an "R" was present in a word she pronounced it as an "L",because in her dialect "Rs" and "Ls" are the same sound."I would like to try out for a sport as well, but I don't no which one".

Ivan's grinned got wider as the Cazelian introduced himself.
"Ivan Servchenko," he stated, shaking the Cazelian's hand. "This certainly is jolly fun, what are you studying?"
He then turned to the registrar and asked politely,
"Ma'am, could you please tell me what I should be doing?"

"Mechanics, Chemistry and Physics; All so that I can built Cazelia's military" He replied with glee "Your name sounds Skgorrian and Russian, do you have family there?"

"Well Sir, I'm taking Political Science,Music,Art,and I plan to take a Kiravian history class.What classes do you teach ?",replied Aussa in again speaking in Coscivian,but the accent of her native dialect of the Nosorian language was still clear in her speech,for wherever an "R" was present in a word she pronounced it as an "L",because in her dialect "Rs" and "Ls" are the same sound."I would like to try out for a sport as well, but I don't no which one".

"Interesting. I teach Sufism, Ghassani Arabic, Middle Eastern Studies, which was why I picked up on your, erm..appearance, as it's similar to the people of that region. I'm not exactly a sports expert, but I'm sure professor Springforest would be more than happy to advise you. She teaches a class on Ancient Coscivian Music, so you'll probably meet her at some point, milling about the Music department."

"Interesting. I teach Sufism, Ghassani Arabic, Middle Eastern Studies, which was why I picked up on your, erm..appearance, as it's similar to the people of that region. I'm not exactly a sports expert, but I'm sure professor Springforest would be more than happy to advise you. She teaches a class on Ancient Coscivian Music, so you'll probably meet her at some point, milling about the Music department."

This Middle-East sounds interesting,I think I may sign up for one of your classes,do my people and their's like that much alike?Then she looked at her watch,Oh!um,where can I sign up for a dorm?

"Mechanics, Chemistry and Physics; All so that I can built Cazelia's military" He replied with glee "Your name sounds Skgorrian and Russian, do you have family there?"

"Yup born and bred Skgorrian," beamed Ivan, his intense patriotism shining through. "I'm from west Skgorria, we're mostly of Russian descent there. I do have some relatives who were German though, deportees after the war," he mentioned by way of explanation.
"I'm doing History, Politics and military science I think," Ivan added, his face briefly furrowed in confusion, "but I'm sure it will all be fine. Do you know if we're supposed to be reporting anywhere for a fresher's talk or something?"

Alex shrugged "I dunno, I'm heading to the shooting range"

This Middle-East sounds interesting,I think I may sign up for one of your classes,do my people and their's like that much alike?Then she looked at her watch,Oh!um,where can I sign up for a dorm?

"In many ways, although some linguistic and cultural elements differ greatly. I'd be honoured to have you in one of my classes, though, we should discuss it at another time. The Registrar's office is just up that path. Ma'am Longwood can arrange a dorm for you there."

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And stand out he did. While his height fit in quite well, his dark complexion and muscular build contrasted heavily with the skimpy construction and pallid tones of this often overcast country's intellectuals. It didn't take long for someone to ask. "Hey, man. Where'r you from?"


Williams had been headed back to his dorm room - in particular, room #12 of the larger Palermo building, on the second floor which seemed to be designated for foreigners. How fitting. The inquiry had tripped him up, but it wasn't as if DeSean minded - everyone would be knowing his name sooner or later if they wanted to go out and watch football games, as he laid the medieval smackdown to whatever poor defenders tried to get between him and the football.

"Amazonia," he responded to the guy's question between chews on a stick of Radial long-lasting gum. It was starting to lose its taste. "Name's DeSean Williams."

Amazonia had a name but little of a reputation - maybe one for spontaneity, if anything - so DeSean wasn't going to be surprised if the local had no idea where the four-island country was on a world map. If that didn't stand him out, the Amazonian native's slight twang - a result of his race as well as Oceana's regional heritage - would set him apart from the "white accent" of the guy who had asked him the question.

Vlad looked at his watch. Fifteen minutes had passed since the bell rang. Where were his students?

Marko took the key from the Laerer administrative. "Thank you", he said, still feeling resentful of the Skgorrian who had by now ran off. "Um... do we have an orientation program or anything? I was supposed to have Political Sciences and Art History, but I've yet to even see a schedule..."

Perhaps he was not tall or impressive enough to call attention in the middle of so many athletic and tall types which might have made his presence less noticeable, in fact nobody would ever imagine that a so average and unconspicuous man like him, dressing a typical smock suit, pants and black shoes, could be a sharpshooter hobbyist besides another typical teacher, or that the glasses he used were merely decorative. Karl (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/77/Hinke1891.jpg) simply blended into the crowd which came into the university and entered at the gates, silently looking for someone to inform about where to start about his international share of knowledge. He did not pay much attention to the people on his way to the reception room, and wasn't a man of many words, although politely greeting everyone who offered him greetings, except for the Skgorrian student he averted his eyes from and avoided to face, for those were not Confederacy streets, and he was no longer a teenager getting into gang fights with neonazis, although he was tempted on taking off the Antifaschistische Aktion emblem (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7b/Antifasistische_Aktion_logo.svg/150px-Antifasistische_Aktion_logo.svg.png) he had guarded inside his suitcase, a reminder of his somewhat trouble youth he never got rid off. Karl already hoped his knowledges wouldn't interest that man, for teaching a nazi would be against all the principles he stood for.

Taking a look around it wouldn't take too long for him to spot the front desk of the university, and he waited his time to be addressed, when he finally asked, speaking in a very peculiar but slightly noticeable accent:

"Greetings! I am Karl Dietrich, on behalf of the Confederacy, I am here to offer my knowledge on nanotechnology, politics and general materials science. Where do I sign and where are my knowledges needed?"

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Differently, Katja was not as easily unnoticeable among the crowd as her compatriot, for she was much more talkative and taller than him, and despite a lack of typical good looks of a young woman, or maybe due to it, she still managed to acquire some popularity where she lived purely by charisma rather than looks. Her red, long, wavy and usually unkempt hair was just noticeable and her skin had a visible amount of freckles, while green eyes were surrounded by a red rims which origins could not be disguised and her facial features were clearly Russian. And even more noticeable was the fact she was wearing nothing but underpants and a flower power styled green short dress with with some significant cleavage, but there was not that much to hide in the first place, not that she ever cared about looks or it, after all, that was the first time she dressed something for years and where she came from walking around naked was as normal as being born naked, and she felt that much more than that would be too bothersome, and she did not wear shoes either due to this reason, hoping nobody would be bothered due to that like where she lived, but had a small, brown leather, featureless bag hanging on her shoulder, with some spare clothes inside. She went running like if there was no tomorrow in the streets, for she refused to take a taxi because it "harms mother Earth", she was quite exhausted when she reached at the gates and was already quite late for the first class, but she could not remember what class it was. Opening them, she took a deep breath and looked around the place to find new people to talk with, when her tiredness triggered an irresistible urge of smoking some pot... but she was trying to ignored it, still knowing that in a few days the hangover would be insupportable. Much later after the other Confederacy visitor left, she reached the front desk, and asked, smiling a bit:

"Hi! I am Katja, where is the... let me look here... ehrm... could you wait just a few seconds?"

She finally remembered to check her bag. It was a mess with piles of documents, credits, personal belongings thrown inside with no regard and she started to make it even messier as a clean toilet paper unrolled inside it when she finally reached the documents she was looking for.

She presented it and said: "I am here to graduate on ecology, and maybe sociology during the night shift, here the certificate and my identity, yes, in my lands people get self-taught and officially recognized for it, formal education is optional only, but I reached my limit for that, I guess.". She was visibly disorganized during all the process, and apparently seemed to ignore people looking at her funnily, but she eventually greeted all of them, forgetting momentarily from the clerk at the desk. "Hi! Where are you from? This place looks a little too "grey", don't you think?"

At the same time, Alex looked at his watch "Shit! I've got to go, military sciences class is starting" He stated, running off.

He quickly entered Vlad's room and sat down, unshouldering his Splinter rifle and laying it down on the floor "Hello"

Vlad looked up from his AK-47 in the courtyard. He looked into his office.

"Hm? Ah, hello there. Come outside."

He trained his AK-47 on one of the targets.

James dress only in BDU was carrying Rose bags mutters unders his breath
" ele l'vith nind pict dos "

Rose dressed in short heels,skirt, blouse and jacket turns and looks at him
"they just did "said Rose as she moves closer to him
"well it sucks bring here"James said to her as he place her bags down before outting his arms around her
"i know you be more happy back home but we are here till the coures finishs"she say to him as he holds her
"you know me"he said back as he lets her go
"just don't go all hyde" Rose said as she turns an carry on walking

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Williams had been headed back to his dorm room - in particular, room #12 of the larger Palermo building, on the second floor which seemed to be designated for foreigners. How fitting. The inquiry had tripped him up, but it wasn't as if DeSean minded - everyone would be knowing his name sooner or later if they wanted to go out and watch football games, as he laid the medieval smackdown to whatever poor defenders tried to get between him and the football.

"Amazonia," he responded to the guy's question between chews on a stick of Radial long-lasting gum. It was starting to lose its taste. "Name's DeSean Williams."

Amazonia had a name but little of a reputation - maybe one for spontaneity, if anything - so DeSean wasn't going to be surprised if the local had no idea where the four-island country was on a world map. If that didn't stand him out, the Amazonian native's slight twang - a result of his race as well as Oceana's regional heritage - would set him apart from the "white accent" of the guy who had asked him the question.

"Amazonia,...I've heard of it. What brings you to Sardson?"

Marko took the key from the Laerer administrative. "Thank you", he said, still feeling resentful of the Skgorrian who had by now ran off. "Um... do we have an orientation program or anything? I was supposed to have Political Sciences and Art History, but I've yet to even see a schedule..."

"Orientation? No, but we do have a pmphlet that'd do the job. Hold on a bit," she grombled, annoyed. She went off into a small closet behind the desk, and emerged with a pamphlet and a sheet of carbon paper. "I've got a pamphlet her that'll explain things here at Sardson, and a printout of your class schedule. YOu'd best be on your way. Political Science starts soon."

Aaron walked into the school with his side pack at his waist, his eyeliner brought out his eyes. He wore a teal shirt and blue shorts and a yellow ring band. He walked to military science, he had some experience with weapons back home and thought this class would improve his skills, he might even go into the people's army back home.

"Orientation? No, but we do have a pmphlet that'd do the job. Hold on a bit," she grombled, annoyed. She went off into a small closet behind the desk, and emerged with a pamphlet and a sheet of carbon paper. "I've got a pamphlet her that'll explain things here at Sardson, and a printout of your class schedule. YOu'd best be on your way. Political Science starts soon."


Marko breathed in relief, seeing that he hadn't been late. And he could move his belongings to his lodgings after the classes.

"Thanks a million, ma'am", he said, smiling politely. He then put the papers away. "Um... I mean.. Thank you for your help", he then added in slightly accented Coscivian.

"Amazonia,...I've heard of it. What brings you to Sardson?"

"Heh," Williams did a little laugh with a smirk, "not learning 'dis shit, f'sho. I'm playin' ball here, and y'all gonna know me by the first game of the season."

Frankly, the guy actually knowing of where he came from was the first shocker for Williams.

"In many ways, although some linguistic and cultural elements differ greatly. I'd be honoured to have you in one of my classes, though, we should discuss it at another time. The Registrar's office is just up that path. Ma'am Longwood can arrange a dorm for you there."

(OCC:It seems my student is a bit behind everyone else so I'll
fastforward just a tad.)

After saying bye to the professor,Aussa walked as quickly as possible to the Registrary office."Hello I'm Aussa Camiora,I need a dorm please."

(OCC:My student needs some roommates.Whoever wants their student to room with a hot foreign girl come right up!Rangeria we should have our people bump into eachother since it looks like they're both gonna be late for that Political class.)

Aaron looked around, not much going on, this school was rather boring at the moment. He went into his dorm and began to unpack.

OOC: Sorry for the crapulence of this post, but I waited for pages and pages for the runner of the RP to have the Theology students say something.

The theology students looked at Julius and then ran away. Perturbed, Julius walked to his dorm, put his stuf down, and took a nap His class was at five PM, and he needed some rest.

Aaron looked at the person who walked into his dorm " Hey buddy" he shook the man.

"Hello." Julius said, accepting the handshake as he set his stuff down.

Aaron slightly checked him out " Im Aaron you are?"

"My name is Julius. It is nice to meet you." Julius said, eyeing the man uop quickly then unpacking his items.

" So where are you from?"

"I am from the Holy Marsh. Yourself?" julius sad as he finished unpacking his gear. he put his official documents into a desk drawer and took out a change of clothes.

" Im from North Calaveras, Kashingrad" he watch him go through the clothes.

OOC: Assuming acceptance. :)

Splashing water from the sink into his face, Charlie woke himself up. His flight had been delayed for quite some time, rather unusual for the Errikan system, and, as a result, had turned out to be a red eye. Straightening up, he looked into the bathroom mirror, adjusting his clothes and hair, so as to look presentable. Normally, he didn’t care too much about such details, but this was his first arrival in a new nation, an Errikan ally, where he was to be educated.

“Sir, we’re landing momentarily,” came the voice of a flight attendant with a brief wrapping on the door.

“Thank you,” he responded, “I will be right out.”

A short while later, he had landed, gathered his luggage, exited the airport, and was entering the university.

Alex fired one shot from his Splinter rifle into the target and stood back, leaving a headless target "Gotta love these Kal'Har"

OOC: Short and crappy, but I'm tired

Marko breathed in relief, seeing that he hadn't been late. And he could move his belongings to his lodgings after the classes.

"Thanks a million, ma'am", he said, smiling politely. He then put the papers away. "Um... I mean.. Thank you for your help", he then added in slightly accented Coscivian.

Alyosha peered over the flustered student's shoulder. So, he had Poly-Sci too. Quickening his pace, Alyosha caught up to him and decided to strike up a conversation.

"Hey," he said non-chalantly, "I'm Alyosha, it looks like we're in the same class together. Have you figured out the room layouts yet?" he offered conversationally. "It's like in the Maritime Forces," Alyosha explained, beginning to rant, "The first part is like the level, then you have the frame followed by the section..."

Alyosha peered over the flustered student's shoulder. So, he had Poly-Sci too. Quickening his pace, Alyosha caught up to him and decided to strike up a conversation.

"Hey," he said non-chalantly, "I'm Alyosha, it looks like we're in the same class together. Have you figured out the room layouts yet?" he offered conversationally. "It's like in the Maritime Forces," Alyosha explained, beginning to rant, "The first part is like the level, then you have the frame followed by the section..."

Marko turned to look at the man who had appeared practically out of nowhere (last time they had met he was in such a rush he hadn't taken the time of memorizing this fellow's face).

"Uh, no, not yet. I basically just got here and I'm still a bit lost", he said with a smile. "And I wouldn't know about the Maritime Forces, really... My family's always been more for the Army. Oh, and... Marko"

At the mention of his name, he extended his hand in greeting.

(OCC:My student needs some roommates.Whoever wants their student to room with a hot foreign girl come right up!.)

OOC i can do that, we can say we sharing a two bed room, small living area and one bathroom dorm room
IC

Rose leads James to the Registrary office to see where they had been place and who they been place with
'hi"said Rose the girl waiting before them

(OCC:My student needs some roommates.Whoever wants their student to room with a hot foreign girl come right up!Rangeria we should have our people bump into eachother since it looks like they're both gonna be late for that Political class.)

(Heh, well, that would be inevitable if they were, say, roommates ;) )

SIC:

Imperial External Intelligence GHQ:

"Vladimir?"
"Yes - come in, Jaroscek."
"Ah," smiled Jaroscek, as he closed the door to the little office behind him, "I see you're hard at work on the Sardson option then."
"Fuck off," groaned the man slumped across the desk beneath the window, its blinds half-closed against the midday sun, "I'm asleep."
"Pfah. You always have been a sloth, Vlad. Here's those victory fags you asked for."
"Thanks, man, I owe you six 'scrip then."
"Yeh, and you'll pay me back the same day the Skgorrian Bolshevik-Jewish Party gets into power, right?"
"The very same day."
"Anyway, the main thing is that our man in Havana is in the university now."
"Excellent," grimaced Vladimir, "more work for us. Maybe they'll give us a bigger office."
"Come on - you know the stakes."
"Yes, I do, and wish that they'd give us a bigger office. Wolf knows there's enough room in this bloody place."

Marko turned to look at the man who had appeared practically out of nowhere (last time they had met he was in such a rush he hadn't taken the time of memorizing this fellow's face).

"Uh, no, not yet. I basically just got here and I'm still a bit lost", he said with a smile. "And I wouldn't know about the Maritime Forces, really... My family's always been more for the Army. Oh, and... Marko"

At the mention of his name, he extended his hand in greeting.

"I'm Alyosha," he answered, shaking the man's hand. "By the way, you share your name with one of our most famous submarine skippers, Marko Ramius. That's cool." He then began to go on another rant about the submarine community.

"I'm Alyosha," he answered, shaking the man's hand. "By the way, you share your name with one of our most famous submarine skippers, Marko Ramius. That's cool." He then began to go on another rant about the submarine community.

"Cool", Marko replied with a smile. Man, that guy has a set of lungs to speak on, he mused to himself when he heard this fellow - Alyosha - go on a rant about the navy.

"Uh, I hate to greet and run, but I still gotta check something before Political Sciences begin. See you in class, then?"

"Cool", Marko replied with a smile. Man, that guy has a set of lungs to speak on, he mused to himself when he heard this fellow - Alyosha - go on a rant about the navy.

"Uh, I hate to greet and run, but I still gotta check something before Political Sciences begin. See you in class, then?"

"Oh, sure," Alyosha caught himself, realizing that he was in full-rant mode. "Well, don't get lost now, comrade," he said, waving farewell and heading to class.

SIC:

Имперская Внешняя Сведения GHQ, Skgorria City, Skgorria:

The two men sat, sipping Slivovitz, shrouded in a blue-grey cloud of Victory cigarette smoke. Above them, the room's sole light flickered intermittently as the huge building's generators stuttered deep below them. Between them lay a sheaf of papers, which were, occasionally, marked with red (or green) pen. A map of Saar-Kaleforest was pinned to one wall, above two filing cabinets. The blinds, long since shut, rattled in the hot summer breeze. Tinny music filled the room, merging with the scritching of pens, the noise of distant traffic, and the blinds.

From time to time, one or other of the men would get up, cross to the map, and put a pin in it, seemingly at random. Eventually Vladimir leant sideways, pulled open a drawer, and pulled out another map. This he spread across the table, and motioned Jaroscek around to his side.

Pointing, he said, simply, "Sardson."

" Im from North Calaveras, Kashingrad" he watch him go through the clothes.

"North Calaveras? My mother went there once." Julius said as he got up and walked towards the bathroom.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

SIC:

External Intelligence Department 287:

"Yes, I agree, that is our best course of action at the present. Yes. No, I quite understand. Yes, of course, sir. No, not at all. Definitely. We'll get right onto it. At once, sir. Goodnight."

Sighing, Jaroscek put the receiver down, and slumped back into his chair.

"What did the old mare want?"
"He wants us to somehow infiltrate an ASU to Sardson."
"Why the fuck does he want that? That's insane. There's nothing there that even remotely resembles a target."
"Beats me. Apparently it comes from the top, or near enough."
"Well catch me in bed with a commie and paint me red. The Star Chamber?"
"Perhaps. Either way, we get the pick of the agents."
"And a bigger office?"
"No such luck."

"It's a chilly, medium-sized island, 110,000 square kilometres. We speak our own Coscivian language, and operate most of our own politics. About half of the people are Kiravians, like me, and the other half are native Mahakwa tirbesmen. I major in Cetology, but I'm also trying to get into Icthyology and Oceanography."

"yeah bet its better than the city i came from alot of inner city crime and what's icthyology", "you havent notice im more sports oriented" said Darius looking at her smiling

SIC:

Imperial External Intelligence General Headquarters Complex, Skgorria City, Skgorria:

"So let me get this straight. We need to construct and infiltrate an ASU into this city to do... what?"
"We don't know yet."
"Well that's fucking useless."
"Tell it to the SS, chum..."

"Good shot."

He motioned for Alex to put his gun down. He stuck out a grubby, dirty, and muddy AK-47 he had tossed into a mud puddle a moment before.

"Shoot it. At that target."

He pointed at the furthest target, which was at around 500m.

SIC:

Tactical Planning Department, CVS:

"You want what?"
"Your top three agents, Miklos."
"But... whose authorisation?"
"Star Chambers'."
"Oh. I see. Very well. Give me a few moments and I'll send their files up to you. Do you want any backup files on anyone else?"
"Yeeess... send us the files on your top ten availiable ASU operatives."
"Right. Will do. Goodbye for now."
"'Bye Miklos."

He picked up the AK-47 and dropped his Splinter rifle; Took a deep breath, tuned the sights in and fired off two shots. The first hit the body, making a rather nice hole through where the guy would be, and the second shot the target in the jaw "Gotta love the '47"

[OOC: Did you sign up? Just wondering.]

[OOC: Previous post referring to Atopiana.]

Vlad clapped his hands.

"Now, try this one."

He pulled an M16A3 out of his coat and lengthened it. He dropped it in the mud. He rolled it over a few times, and gave it to Alex.

OOC: The Imperial External Intelligence doesn't need to enroll... ;)

SIC:

CVS Dep't 287:

"So as it stands, we have grainy orbital shots of the area, some commerical maps, almost no intelligence because we have no agents except for our newest asset who hasn't yet begun to report back, no diplomatic presence, no military presence, and overflights from WOLFEN and FASCES are at this stage useless."
"Pretty much, yes."
"And upstairs wants us to take this, and put three of the Empire's best operatives into it?"
"Yes."
"Are they all batshit insane?!"
"Based on prior experience, I'd say that only just about begins to cover it."
"We still don't even know what they're supposed to do!"

[OOC: Previous post referring to Atopiana.]

Vlad clapped his hands.

"Now, try this one."

He pulled an M16A3 out of his coat and lengthened it. He dropped it in the mud. He rolled it over a few times, and gave it to Alex.

He aimed, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. Click, click, click; He pulled the rifle up to his eyes "Eh, Figures" He unjammed the rifle and repeated what he had just done. He pulled the trigger twice, followed by two loud 'bang' noises; Alex laughed "Fucking American guns" He muttered "Two shots to the same leg. And I aimed for the head"

[OOC: Previous post referring to Atopiana.]
ooc from who posted in the sign up thread
Nosorepazzau 27
Kirev 25
Kirav 22
North Calaveras 19
DMG 14
Alversia 7
Amazonian Beasts 7
Northern Rangeria 6
Stoklomolvi 5
Imperial isa 4
Northern Castesene 4
Skgorria 4
Errikland 4
Cazelia 3
Vrall 3
The Indonesian states 3
Greal 3
Third Spanish States 2
Fordock 2
The Far Echo Islands 2
Free United States 2
Holy Marsh 2
Pan-Arab Barronia 1
Kulikovia 1

Aaron walked to a bench and sat down, he unpacked a sandwitch, a yogurt, and a bottle of water from his pack and began to eat silently.

Vlad sighed.

"I would recommend looking at your gun first."

The gun, which had broken somehow, had emitted two large bangs when the trigger was pressed. Inside, the gas had been clogged up, and the clog was stuck hard enough so that rough handling of the gun had broken the bolt and the gas tube. Vlad ran up to the target and examined the holes. The two holes in the target were pieces of shrapnel from the gun.

"Well, while we wait for the others, if there are any, here."

He pulled out a Makarov PM and tossed it at Alex.

SIC:

Department 287:

"Let's call it a night, Vlad."
"Yeh. There's not much more we can do today. Fancy hitting the strip?"
"Ha! Why not? The night is young, and I haven't had a Slivovodka in too long..."

With no-one answering him, Ivan sighed and trudged off to his supposed classroom. Although he had signed up for three classes, he had no idea if he had been accepted on them or not - Ivan was left with no choice but to simply assume that he had. He had seen a couple of pretty-looking girls around, and he hoped that he would get to know at least one of them a bit better.
At least the people here seem reasonable he mused, remembering the people he had met earlier. With luck, he would meet them again soon.

Ivan rounded the corner and came to the room where his political science class was. Rather than knock, he banged on the door loudly with his fist several times and called out "Hello?"

The Strip, Skgorria City:

Neon lights blazed into the street, advertising all manner of pubs, clubs, and haunts. Uniforms strolled up and down the long road as cars - mostly government - rolled past. Loud, martial music blared as the two CVS men walked, laughing, towards their favourite haunt, the 'Red Scourge'. It was owned by an old man, a veteran of the ancien regime's wars. Rumour had it he'd been an Atopian anarchist once, but had joined the SS back when the SNSP was in power.

He cought the pistol, swung it in the direction of the target and fired off the entire clip in one fluid motion "I like it" He remarked cheerfully, the target creaking from instability "I love firearms"

OOC: Geez, rollin' fast. We can get PoliSci with DMG's dude rolling I s'pose...

IC:

After getting around to what he was doing, Williams still found that he was a whole minute early to close as he rolled up to PoliSci. What on earth was this? Still, whatever worked. The class was typical college, like his communications class freshman year. DeSean strolled into PoliSci, eyes half-shut with sleep as he strolled to the back of the class and flopped down in a seat at the very back. Shame it wasn't a lecture class...he coulda fallen asleep with that.

Ivan had been wondering if anyone was in the PolSci class when the large black man had walked past him and into the room.
Awesome he thought sarcastically, now I look like a fool. He opened the door and looked for a spare seat, settling on one next to the black guy.
"Hi," he offered in a way of greeting, sticking out his hand to shake. "Ivan Servchenko."

Vlad pulled out his pistol, which he had assembled earlier. He loaded the gun, and pointed it at the target behind him. He then pointed it at the ground.

"Like firearms, you do? Think fast!"

He centred the gun on Alex and fired, his arms moving up a bit from the recoil.

[OOC: He fired a blank, but you don't know that. He also simulated recoil. :p]

Marko sat down on one of the benches on the campus, pulling out a plastic-wrapped sandwich he had bought from a nearby store. He unwrapped it and began to eat it silently, checking his schedule. Political Sciences should start soon... He had enlisted in most of the classes in that subject, believing them to be useful. His father had always said he should try to get a job in the government... Grandpa would certainly be pleased.

The hungry Northern Rangerian almost wolfed down his sandwich, not even realizing he had been that hungry. Smiling to himself, he started off towards the class room...

"Like firearms, you do? Think fast!"

He centred the gun on Alex and fired, his arms moving up a bit from the recoil.

[OOC: He fired a blank, but you don't know that. He also simulated recoil. :p]

OOC: So... your options in this scenario, if it were real, are... 1) Die or 2) Die. WELL DONE TEACHER!!1! :rolleyes:

Ivan had been wondering if anyone was in the PolSci class when the large black man had walked past him and into the room.
Awesome he thought sarcastically, now I look like a fool. He opened the door and looked for a spare seat, settling on one next to the black guy.
"Hi," he offered in a way of greeting, sticking out his hand to shake. "Ivan Servchenko."

DeSean had wondered what the guy had been doing, but at least he seemed somewhat social...not like somee of the other totally quiet people he had mainly seen around. Williams sat up and shook Ivan's hand strongly.

"DeSean Williams," he responded somewhat flatly, if for nothing else than to simply pass the time in a class. Academics just weren't all that everyone said they were.

Pleased that not only DeSean had shook his hand, but that he had talked back to him, Ivan resolved to carry on the conversation.
"You an exchange student? I'm not from here myself," he stated. "This is the first time I've been outside Skgorria so this is all rather new to me."

Rose leads James to the Registrary office to see where they had been place and who they been place with
'hi"said Rose the girl waiting before them

(OCC:I'm confused are our students at the office at the same time, or what?)

(OCC:I'm confused are our students at the office at the same time, or what?)

ooc well yes you got it in one guess and rats i edit too much in that post :(

Pleased that not only DeSean had shook his hand, but that he had talked back to him, Ivan resolved to carry on the conversation.
"You an exchange student? I'm not from here myself," he stated. "This is the first time I've been outside Skgorria so this is all rather new to me."

"You Skgorrian?" DeSean asked between chews of gum. Unlike some other foreign nationals, Williams could really care less what country regarded what impression. As far as Amazonia went, the nation had never been invaded and had very few bad relations...mostly with countries that were universally hated, anyway. "Amazonian. I'zat Oceana State last year before everybody tells me to come over to this country to play football. Whateva, man, I dunno. Looks ok so far, I guess."

DeSean could get a conversation going and talk for virtually ever if he got the chance...the only people he avoided were those who pissed him off, and this guy from Skgorria didn't seem that bad at all.

Aussa paciently*waited with the other students to hear who she would be dorming with. She didn't know what to expect.



(OCC*:I don't think I spelled that right.Damn, Spanish class!Me studying so many foreign languages at the same time is fucking with my English spelling!)

Aussa paciently*waited with the other students to hear who she would be dorming with. She didn't know what to expect.



(OCC*:I don't think I spelled that right.Damn, Spanish class!Me studying so many foreign languages at the same time is fucking with my English spelling!)

As he was walking towards the Poli-Sci classroom, Marko also walked past the administrative building. Looking inside the window, his eyes caught a sight that made him slow his pace for a moment. A tall, bronze-skinned girl with jet black hair and a figure to die for. Marko could actually feel his heart miss a beat just looking at her - until he was snapped back to reality by actually walking smack into a Coscivian student, apparently equally stunned by the Aphrodite that graced the Sardson University with her presence.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I wasn't looking", Marko mumbled an embarrassed apology.

Aussa paciently*waited with the other students to hear who she would be dorming with. She didn't know what to expect.



(OCC*:I don't think I spelled that right.Damn, Spanish class!Me studying so many foreign languages at the same time is fucking with my English spelling!)

Rose truning to the Girl next to her who happen to be Aussa

"taking for ever don't you think"she asked Aussa

Alex toppled backwards, shocked for a brief second. His shock however, turned quickly into anger, and he charged the professer with his combat knife.

The professor smiled and as Alex charged at him unharmed he quickly sidestepped and tried to get Alex in a wristlock.

Julius' roommate didn't respond, so he took his shower, got dressed, and took a nap, he would wake up at 5 to go to class.

As he was walking towards the Poli-Sci classroom, Marko also walked past the administrative building. Looking inside the window, his eyes caught a sight that made him slow his pace for a moment. A tall, bronze-skinned girl with jet black hair and a figure to die for. Marko could actually feel his heart miss a beat just looking at her - until he was snapped back to reality by actually walking smack into a Coscivian student, apparently equally stunned by the Aphrodite that graced the Sardson University with her presence.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I wasn't looking", Marko mumbled an embarrassed apology.

Alyosha looked up from the mini-map he'd made to see what everyone seemed to be gawking at. Wow, was the only thing his brain could muster. She was like an incarnation of Freya, he thought, seeing how her radiance caught the eye of those around her.

SIC:

CVS GHQ, Department 287. 13:43 Imperial Central Time:

"Oh dear fuck. My head still hurts."
"Your head? I can't even remember last night."
"Good job too. Urrrgh. What are we supposed to be doing?"
"Sorting out those dossier on the ASU operatives."
"Fucksake. Can't we just pick three at random? We still don't know what they have to do when (or if) they get there, man."
"As the boss said, 'All the more reason to pick the best'. Fuckwit that he is. If this is the Star Chamber they're keeping their cards close to their chest."
"Hah. Yeh. Oh... looks like that overflight came in. See? Hi-res pics of the uni itself."
"Hm. Have they been analysed?"
"No, not yet, mein leiber. The analysts are all busy."
"Oh well, it can wait. Now, let's assume they want something. What do they want? Do we have a list of staff and students?"
"No, but I can get staff lists off the internet."
"OK, you do that, I'll work on finding out about the students..."

"You Skgorrian?" DeSean asked between chews of gum. Unlike some other foreign nationals, Williams could really care less what country regarded what impression. As far as Amazonia went, the nation had never been invaded and had very few bad relations...mostly with countries that were universally hated, anyway. "Amazonian. I'zat Oceana State last year before everybody tells me to come over to this country to play football. Whateva, man, I dunno. Looks ok so far, I guess."

DeSean could get a conversation going and talk for virtually ever if he got the chance...the only people he avoided were those who pissed him off, and this guy from Skgorria didn't seem that bad at all.

Ivan nodded in confirmation. "Yup, Skgorrian born and bred," he beamed with pride. "Of course I have to say it's the best nation on the earth, but then again I'm sure everyone says that about where they were born." Ivan briefly drifted off into a patriotic reverie before snapping back to the real world.
"You're a football player? That's quite a minority sport where I come from, I did try out once for a team but didn't get in - I think they tried to put me at fullback." Ivan's brow wrinkled with concentration as he tried to remember the details, "ah, but it was so long ago. Do you have a room sorted yet?"

SIC:

Department 287:

"Right. So this is the latest map?"
"Yep. Taken straight from the university's own website."
"Excellent. And the list of staff?"
"Right here. But there's no-one of any real interest to us, although the new range officer for the shooting club sounds a bit of a nutcase."
"And the students...?"
"We're going to have to wait for that one I think."

Ivan nodded in confirmation. "Yup, Skgorrian born and bred," he beamed with pride. "Of course I have to say it's the best nation on the earth, but then again I'm sure everyone says that about where they were born." Ivan briefly drifted off into a patriotic reverie before snapping back to the real world.
"You're a football player? That's quite a minority sport where I come from, I did try out once for a team but didn't get in - I think they tried to put me at fullback." Ivan's brow wrinkled with concentration as he tried to remember the details, "ah, but it was so long ago. Do you have a room sorted yet?"

"Football's everything in my place," DeSean said with a bit of a toothy smile, "Biggest sport 'round. I'm just tryin' to get to tha pros, get my name out there for all the fans. I'm at wide reciever...but I ain't got nuthin' on the team here at SU."

Fullback was a bit of an ancient position, but Williams had to at least give the guy credit for at least being a participant at one time.

"I'm at room 12 over at Palermo...I'm thinkin' 'dats where 'dey stickin' all the foreigners in one place. Keep an eye on us or somethin'. No idea who my roomate is though, I just chucked my stuff on the floor and walked out when the guy hadn't showed up."

Perhaps he was not tall or impressive enough to call attention in the middle of so many athletic and tall types which might have made his presence less noticeable, in fact nobody would ever imagine that a so average and unconspicuous man like him, dressing a typical smock suit, pants and black shoes, could be a sharpshooter hobbyist besides another typical teacher, or that the glasses he used were merely decorative. Karl (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/77/Hinke1891.jpg) simply blended into the crowd which came into the university and entered at the gates, silently looking for someone to inform about where to start about his international share of knowledge. He did not pay much attention to the people on his way to the reception room, and wasn't a man of many words, although politely greeting everyone who offered him greetings, except for the Skgorrian student he averted his eyes from and avoided to face, for those were not Confederacy streets, and he was no longer a teenager getting into gang fights with neonazis, although he was tempted on taking off the Antifaschistische Aktion emblem (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7b/Antifasistische_Aktion_logo.svg/150px-Antifasistische_Aktion_logo.svg.png) he had guarded inside his suitcase, a reminder of his somewhat trouble youth he never got rid off. Karl already hoped his knowledges wouldn't interest that man, for teaching a nazi would be against all the principles he stood for.

Taking a look around it wouldn't take too long for him to spot the front desk of the university, and he waited his time to be addressed, when he finally asked, speaking in a very peculiar but slightly noticeable accent:

"Greetings! I am Karl Dietrich, on behalf of the Confederacy, I am here to offer my knowledge on nanotechnology, politics and general materials science. Where do I sign and where are my knowledges needed?"

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Differently, Katja was not as easily unnoticeable among the crowd as her compatriot, for she was much more talkative and taller than him, and despite a lack of typical good looks of a young woman, or maybe due to it, she still managed to acquire some popularity where she lived purely by charisma rather than looks. Her red, long, wavy and usually unkempt hair was just noticeable and her skin had a visible amount of freckles, while green eyes were surrounded by a red rims which origins could not be disguised and her facial features were clearly Russian. And even more noticeable was the fact she was wearing nothing but underpants and a flower power styled green short dress with with some significant cleavage, but there was not that much to hide in the first place, not that she ever cared about looks or it, after all, that was the first time she dressed something for years and where she came from walking around naked was as normal as being born naked, and she felt that much more than that would be too bothersome, and she did not wear shoes either due to this reason, hoping nobody would be bothered due to that like where she lived, but had a small, brown leather, featureless bag hanging on her shoulder, with some spare clothes inside. She went running like if there was no tomorrow in the streets, for she refused to take a taxi because it "harms mother Earth", she was quite exhausted when she reached at the gates and was already quite late for the first class, but she could not remember what class it was. Opening them, she took a deep breath and looked around the place to find new people to talk with, when her tiredness triggered an irresistible urge of smoking some pot... but she was trying to ignored it, still knowing that in a few days the hangover would be insupportable. Much later after the other Confederacy visitor left, she reached the front desk, and asked, smiling a bit:

"Hi! I am Katja, where is the... let me look here... ehrm... could you wait just a few seconds?"

She finally remembered to check her bag. It was a mess with piles of documents, credits, personal belongings thrown inside with no regard and she started to make it even messier as a clean toilet paper unrolled inside it when she finally reached the documents she was looking for.

She presented it and said: "I am here to graduate on ecology, and maybe sociology during the night shift, here the certificate and my identity, yes, in my lands people get self-taught and officially recognized for it, formal education is optional only, but I reached my limit for that, I guess.". She was visibly disorganized during all the process, and apparently seemed to ignore people looking at her funnily, but she eventually greeted all of them, forgetting momentarily from the clerk at the desk. "Hi! Where are you from? This place looks a little too "grey", don't you think?"

The Lærev woman told him, "Staff Affairs are handled at Jefferson Hall. Maps are by the door. When you get there, ask to see Minister Torrent. He will invite you in for tea, chat with you a bit, assess you, and then initiate you. Address him as 'Sèr Minister' until he asks you to call him Bjørn. Don't walk over the maple floor panel, 'tis a trap-door that leads to the Minister's wine cellar. And whatever you do, do not bring up his marriage. Good day, Sèr Professor."
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"Deal with it, Missy. The other buildings are brown and red if it's any comfort." said the Registrar, "Your people to have seen the wisdom in self-education as well. Here, universities exist not to only distribute knowledge, but to support an intellectual community." Seeing that she had let her demeanor slip, she immediately returned to her irritated moan, "Yeah, so, you need a room?"

Marko breathed in relief, seeing that he hadn't been late. And he could move his belongings to his lodgings after the classes.

"Thanks a million, ma'am", he said, smiling politely. He then put the papers away. "Um... I mean.. Thank you for your help", he then added in slightly accented Coscivian.

"Aye, you're welcome. Enjoy Sardson."

"Heh," Williams did a little laugh with a smirk, "not learning 'dis shit, f'sho. I'm playin' ball here, and y'all gonna know me by the first game of the season."

Frankly, the guy actually knowing of where he came from was the first shocker for Williams.

"Ah. So you're with the Athletic Department. Hell, Pelagic Institute is going to feint when they see you. Which sports?"

(OCC:It seems my student is a bit behind everyone else so I'll
fastforward just a tad.)

After saying bye to the professor,Aussa walked as quickly as possible to the Registrary office."Hello I'm Aussa Camiora,I need a dorm please."

(OCC:My student needs some roommates.Whoever wants their student to room with a hot foreign girl come right up!Rangeria we should have our people bump into eachother since it looks like they're both gonna be late for that Political class.)

The attendant looked over her ledger. The Palermo building was full of foriegners, it seemed. "Enh, ma'am, would you have any objection to a male roomate?"

OOC: Sorry for the crapulence of this post, but I waited for pages and pages for the runner of the RP to have the Theology students say something.

The theology students looked at Julius and then ran away. Perturbed, Julius walked to his dorm, put his stuf down, and took a nap His class was at five PM, and he needed some rest.

OOC: My apologies, I've been ill.
IC:

The Theology students retreated. Maybe they'd come on a bit too strong. This new guy could be a potential member of the prestigious Green Quill Society.

OOC: Assuming acceptance. :)

Splashing water from the sink into his face, Charlie woke himself up. His flight had been delayed for quite some time, rather unusual for the Errikan system, and, as a result, had turned out to be a red eye. Straightening up, he looked into the bathroom mirror, adjusting his clothes and hair, so as to look presentable. Normally, he didn’t care too much about such details, but this was his first arrival in a new nation, an Errikan ally, where he was to be educated.

“Sir, we’re landing momentarily,” came the voice of a flight attendant with a brief wrapping on the door.

“Thank you,” he responded, “I will be right out.”

A short while later, he had landed, gathered his luggage, exited the airport, and was entering the university.

Two Kiravian students, a male and a female, were stanging near a lamp-post in the mostly vacant bailey just inside the gates. The male waved to Charlie as he came nearer to them. "Hey, man. Welcome to Sardson, man. You from Errikland?"

Darius turned to Emilia and said

"Do you play any sports" said Darius asking a question

Darius turned to Emilia and said

"Do you play any sports" said Darius asking a question

"I'm afraid not. I played on a fieldball team for Greysea Countyship when I was younger, but I stopped when I left Neuthena to study at Yardford University, in Kirverda.

Aaron had walked to his dorm and was taking a nap at the moment, he wore black and grey checkerd sweats and a black tank top.

The attendant looked over her ledger. The Palermo building was full of foriegners, it seemed. "Enh, ma'am, would you have any objection to a male roomate?"
OOC: My apologies, I've been ill.

"No, not unless there's a reason for me to object."


(OCC:No prob man,I've had lots of projects for school,so my time is pinched too.)

Aaron got up and was now walking around in his dorm, his dorm was just the way he had suggested it to be, white carpet, with blackleather furniture. His bed was especially nice, white soft pillows with white sheets and soft black blanket draped over te top. He sat on the couch in the living room and watched tv, sipping tea.

(Sorry 'bout that guys I missed these while I was skiming through the posts.This post is chronologically before my above post.Rose truning to the Girl next to her who happen to be Aussa

"taking for ever don't you think"she asked Aussa

"Yes,they are aren't they? I hope we're not going to be late for our classes.Hi,my name's Aussa,what's your's.It we might as well get aquianted with eachother we're going to be here for a while."


As he was walking towards the Poli-Sci classroom, Marko also walked past the administrative building. Looking inside the window, his eyes caught a sight that made him slow his pace for a moment. A tall, bronze-skinned girl with jet black hair and a figure to die for. Marko could actually feel his heart miss a beat just looking at her - until he was snapped back to reality by actually walking smack into a Coscivian student, apparently equally stunned by the Aphrodite that graced the Sardson University with her presence.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I wasn't looking", Marko mumbled an embarrassed apology.
Alyosha looked up from the mini-map he'd made to see what everyone seemed to be gawking at. Wow, was the only thing his brain could muster. She was like an incarnation of Freya, he thought, seeing how her radiance caught the eye of those around her.

ROFLOL!!!!!!,exactly the affect I intended her to have on the guys!

Karl simply replied with a thank you before grabbing a map near the door from that room. He did not take too much time looking at it, in fact it was not certain whether he pretended to look at it or simply could acquire every information stored inside it in an incredibly fast manner. He quickly headed through the Jefferson Room and identified himself to the attendant, from where he asked to see Minister Torrent and was escorted towards the room where he met him, he was very brief in his greeting to the Minister, while a few moments before he adjusted his elegant, black smock suit. Later he spoke simply a few words during the teatime, for he was a man who sought to be straight, direct and quick when speaking, a man of few, calculated words, now taking a sip of the tea as well before speaking while his grey eyes accompanied Bjørn and discreetly analyzed him:

"Sèr Minister, this is indeed an excellent drink, where did it come from?"

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Katja because slightly surprised by the sudden question. In fact for some reason or another, she never pondered on where she would reside for the moment. Looking a bit confused, the exotic young woman took a few seconds to reply without any thought on why she would have ever spoken something like that, for she was confident of what her goals were, her red rimmed green eyes half-open, while she also decided to finally pull a comb in the middle of her messy bag to comb her red hair a bit:

"Room? I I would rather a spacious fraternity house, and I can afford it, if there is any extra cost. Also, where do I apply to graduate in sociology?"

It was itching her, calling her. She needed it lightened in her mouth really bad and really soon, she knew they sent her there to keep her out of it, but there was no way, for once she took the first, she could not ever stop smoking the pot, it was like water... a thirst for drugs which was growing worser at every moment. Her mood would probably not be the same tomorrow.

Aaron got up and walked around, he saw the women and smiled nicely " You can stay with me if you would like."

OOC: Trying to get in quickly to move things along

The university campus loomed as the car approached its final destination.

“Sardson . . .”

Prudence was normally a very important matter to Errikans, and Charlie was no exception. The delay caused by the flight had made him late, something which, given that this was his first day, he hardly relished.

“Yes,” he said when prompted at the front, “My name is Charles Philips, I am from Errikland, and I am registered to be a student here.”

Aaron turned to the new man " Don't worry, a lot of us were late, including me, my names Aaron, you are?" he held out a hand.

Aaron turned to the new man " Don't worry, a lot of us were late, including me, my names Aaron, you are?" he held out a hand.

OOC: Assuming you’re talkin’ to my character.

“Charles Philips,” he said politely, extending his hand warmly, “I’m from San Erriksburg, in Errikland. How about you?”

" Kashingrad, North Calaveras" he smiled slightly checking out the guy.

" Kashingrad, North Calaveras" he smiled slightly checking out the guy.

“Interesting,” he replied, “I have heard of North Calaveras, though not for a while. How is it there?”

Charlie studied Aaron as he spoke; he commonly met businessmen or tourists from elsewhere in the Empire, or elsewhere in Mucro, or from one of the other major trading partners of the Empire, but this was his first time he had dealt with someone in his own age group from somewhere entirely foreign. He judged his mannerisms and such, though he was cautious not to be overt about it—he certainly didn’t want to seem any more odd than necessary.

"North Calaveras, hmm big and quiet, ever since we got rid of our army, we have poured massive amounts of money into our people. We are prosperious like never before, and the communist party has just won majority vote over the religius party. I dont think the Religous party's are going to continue anymore." He smiled at Charlie, finding him pretty attractive.

"North Calaveras, hmm big and quiet, ever since we got rid of our army, we have poured massive amounts of money into our people. We are prosperious like never before, and the communist party has just won majority vote over the religius party. I dont think the Religous party's are going to continue anymore." He smiled at Charlie, finding him pretty attractive.

“So all that political instability is a thing of the past, then?” he asked. Aaron seemed quite friendly, though more so than he would have expected, seeing as they had just met. Perhaps it was common in their culture.

Aaron nodded with his smile " Yes, the communist party is going to get rid of those religous crazy's, the people's communist state will return once again."

Aaron nodded with his smile " Yes, the communist party is going to get rid of those religous crazy's, the people's communist state will return once again."

I didn’t know there was any major theocratic movement in Calaveras, Charlie thought, But I guess I didn’t miss much. The Reds seem to be about to wipe them out. Or, at least that’s what Aaron sees.

“So the Communist party basically has full control? Are there any other major opposition parties?”

" Well, there was the Kashist party but its becoming waterd down, and every time we have a revolution it just ends up becoming communist again, its just the way of my people."

" Well, there was the Kashist party but its becoming waterd down, and every time we have a revolution it just ends up becoming communist again, its just the way of my people."

“Every time you have a revolution?” he asked, a bit surprised; what he had heard of Calaveras apparently had not been much exaggerated, “How many revolutions have you had in recent years?”

" Well, two, the new world order party and the kashist party. But I think we will shut down opposition for good " he smiled.

" Well, two, the new world order party and the kashist party. But I think we will shut down opposition for good " he smiled.

“These were revolutions against the Communist party?” he asked, his own recollection of some recent international history faltering—he couldn’t even remember how long ago the TPF war in North Calaveras had been (OOC: Or if it is still canon).

" No, when the new world order was in control the Kashist's rebelled against them and took over, we have only just regained our power, and hopefully we will remove them." Aaron smiled and stared into the man's eyes.

OOC: No problem, Kirav. RL will always take precedence over RPs. My girlfriend's mother died a few a days ago, so that has hampered ,y willingness to RP.


Julius awoke from his nap at 4:50. He had PolSci in thirty-five minutes, but a prayer in ten. Taking his school supplies in one hand and his text in the other, Julius started walking towards the open area he had selected earlier.

"Yes,they are aren't they? I hope we're not going to be late for our classes.Hi,my name's Aussa,what's your's.It we might as well get aquianted with eachother we're going to be here for a while."

"my names Rose Jekyll and the good looking guy behind me is James Jekyll"said Rose

"hi"said James as he place Rose's bags down

"hell did you pack two ATLs into your bags" James said to Rose

"no just only what a girl needs"said Rose before turning back to Aussa

"Football's everything in my place," DeSean said with a bit of a toothy smile, "Biggest sport 'round. I'm just tryin' to get to tha pros, get my name out there for all the fans. I'm at wide reciever...but I ain't got nuthin' on the team here at SU."

Fullback was a bit of an ancient position, but Williams had to at least give the guy credit for at least being a participant at one time.

"I'm at room 12 over at Palermo...I'm thinkin' 'dats where 'dey stickin' all the foreigners in one place. Keep an eye on us or somethin'. No idea who my roomate is though, I just chucked my stuff on the floor and walked out when the guy hadn't showed up."

"So you're planning on going professional then?" Ivan's tone contained a great deal of admiration - becoming a professional sports player was hard, regardless of the sport. "I'm sure playing abroad will be good experience for you, maybe give you the edge over those who haven't had any experience of playing outside of Amazonia?"

Ivan's interests lay outside sport, and he was fast running out of things to say on it. He thus sought to switch the conversation to something else.

"I wonder why they're dumping us all in a block together," he mused. "Not exactly great for integration. Who knows man, maybe they're worried what effect such devastatingly good looking chaps as ourselves will have on the female students," Ivan joked, adding a wink for effect.

Marko felt his cheeks burn as he collected his belongings outside the Registration Office. In the collision with the hapless Coscivian, his bag had come undone, its contents spilling out on the concrete.

Nice going, you idiot. This is what you get when your eyes get stuck to a girl...

Still, the beauty he had seen was definitely worth it. Marko quickly glanced at his clock. Jeez... He'd have to run, PoliSci was starting in less than ten minutes.

The prayer was finished and Julius started on his way to Political Science. It started at 5:30, and he wanted to be early.
His blue shirt was too small around his chest. Like most Marsh citizens. Julius was in great shape. However, unlike many of them he was intense in his physical training; He was 5'10, yet his 230 pounds came from much muscle. It was noticeable for sure, though not of the freakish variety.

"I'm afraid not. I played on a fieldball team for Greysea Countyship when I was younger, but I stopped when I left Neuthena to study at Yardford University, in Kirverda.

"Yeah Hopefully ill get started to start dis year on this school football team". "you might see me on magezine" said Darius laughing a lil bit

A

"So you're planning on going professional then?" Ivan's tone contained a great deal of admiration - becoming a professional sports player was hard, regardless of the sport. "I'm sure playing abroad will be good experience for you, maybe give you the edge over those who haven't had any experience of playing outside of Amazonia?"

Ivan's interests lay outside sport, and he was fast running out of things to say on it. He thus sought to switch the conversation to something else.

"I wonder why they're dumping us all in a block together," he mused. "Not exactly great for integration. Who knows man, maybe they're worried what effect such devastatingly good looking chaps as ourselves will have on the female students," Ivan joked, adding a wink for effect.

OOC: Er, Holy Marsh...it's still the morning. At least, so far it is...this PoliSci class is a morning class...at least, that's what it's been written as here.

IC:

"Pros, 'dat's my goal," Williams responded. He didn't hold any sort of pride over it - he knew he had physical talent. No sense in being stupidly boastful - he could do that on the field. "My dad and my coach thought it'd be good to get a year out here to try an international display of things, have scouts take a closer look where I can compete against the best in the whole world, not just the country."

DeSean didn't mind Ivan changing the subject up much - he wasn't up for describing every second of his sports career, which had a long history, anyway. To him, college was his proving ground of the game where the scouts would notice. The big leagues would provide the game checks and the pinnacle of his career, playing alongside Champion Bowl winners, Pro Bowl veterans, and the greats of the game. That would be the pros - and that was his summit.

"I be seein' a few good shawties around," Williams said, eager to get into one of his other favorite occupations - flirting with or gossiping about the hot girls. "We gonna lockdown the competitionin our hood. No chance for 'dem ordinary guys from around town."

" No, when the new world order was in control the Kashist's rebelled against them and took over, we have only just regained our power, and hopefully we will remove them." Aaron smiled and stared into the man's eyes.

Aaron’s explanation struck Charlie as evidence of a rather contentious political culture. There wasn’t room for organized opposition to the ruling party, as political opposition was a matter of war. This fellow would be an interesting person.

“Oh,” he said, checking his watch, “I could talk about national politics all day, but I do have to check in, be sure to be fully registered. Are you in Poli-Sci?”

"my names Rose Jekyll and the good looking guy behind me is James Jekyll"said Rose

"hi"said James as he place Rose's bags down

"hell did you pack two ATLs into your bags" James said to Rose

"no just only what a girl needs"said Rose before turning back to Aussa

"Hi,James.That bag does look kinda heavy,what did you put in there Rose?"

Marko felt his cheeks burn as he collected his belongings outside the Registration Office. In the collision with the hapless Coscivian, his bag had come undone, its contents spilling out on the concrete.

Nice going, you idiot. This is what you get when your eyes get stuck to a girl...

Still, the beauty he had seen was definitely worth it. Marko quickly glanced at his clock. Jeez... He'd have to run, PoliSci was starting in less than ten minutes.

Taking a seat towards the back, Alyosha set his pack down by his side and pulled out a folder and a fresh notebook. He scribbled the name of the class on the cover and leaned back in his seat. That girl, his mind returned to her visage, she sure was something. Trying to shake the vision from his mind, Alyosha pulled out his prized possession from his pocket, a silver pocket watch with the engraved silhouette of a submarine and the letters SSN-243. He remembered that time a few years ago, when he had visited the fleet yards at Sayenia. Through a seemingly unbelievable series of events, the captain of the Blessed Savior had given him the watch as a gift. This is my reason for coming here, Aylosha reminded himself. Winding and setting the watch before returning it to his pocket, he leaned back and closed his eyes, dozing before class started.

"Hi,James.That bag does look kinda heavy,what did you put in there Rose?"

"oh just sixs pairs of every thing ,make up,other things we females need and six bottles i picked up at the airport"said Rose as James nod his head at Aussa

"водочка"said James eyeing her

"yup vodka" Rose said back to him with a smile

"No, not unless there's a reason for me to object."


(OCC:No prob man,I've had lots of projects for school,so my time is pinched too.)

"Very well, then. Here's your key, and maps are by the door."

OOC: Thanks.

Karl simply replied with a thank you before grabbing a map near the door from that room. He did not take too much time looking at it, in fact it was not certain whether he pretended to look at it or simply could acquire every information stored inside it in an incredibly fast manner. He quickly headed through the Jefferson Room and identified himself to the attendant, from where he asked to see Minister Torrent and was escorted towards the room where he met him, he was very brief in his greeting to the Minister, while a few moments before he adjusted his elegant, black smock suit. Later he spoke simply a few words during the teatime, for he was a man who sought to be straight, direct and quick when speaking, a man of few, calculated words, now taking a sip of the tea as well before speaking while his grey eyes accompanied Bjørn and discreetly analyzed him:

"Sèr Minister, this is indeed an excellent drink, where did it come from?"


"Please, Sèr, call me Bjørn. That tea you're drinking is from a very special breed of tea plant, developed by our ancestors, and imported from Coscivia, the ancestral homeland of the Kiravian people. Speaking of homelands, I welcome you, as quite possibly the first citizen of your nation to set foot on our soil. Tell me, sir, what brings you to Sardson?"

OOC: Trying to get in quickly to move things along

The university campus loomed as the car approached its final destination.

“Sardson . . .”

Prudence was normally a very important matter to Errikans, and Charlie was no exception. The delay caused by the flight had made him late, something which, given that this was his first day, he hardly relished.

“Yes,” he said when prompted at the front, “My name is Charles Philips, I am from Errikland, and I am registered to be a student here.”

"Good to have you here, Charles Philips." The Kiravian extended his hand, "Name's Rob Greysand. And this is my friend, Jeanne Worldcypress."

"Pleased to meet you," she said politely.

"So, what're you here for? CompSci? Politics?"

OOC: No problem, Kirav. RL will always take precedence over RPs. My girlfriend's mother died a few a days ago, so that has hampered ,y willingness to RP.


Julius awoke from his nap at 4:50. He had PolSci in thirty-five minutes, but a prayer in ten. Taking his school supplies in one hand and his text in the other, Julius started walking towards the open area he had selected earlier.

OOC: Thanks. My condolences to your girlfriend.

"Pros, 'dat's my goal," Williams responded. He didn't hold any sort of pride over it - he knew he had physical talent. No sense in being stupidly boastful - he could do that on the field. "My dad and my coach thought it'd be good to get a year out here to try an international display of things, have scouts take a closer look where I can compete against the best in the whole world, not just the country."

DeSean didn't mind Ivan changing the subject up much - he wasn't up for describing every second of his sports career, which had a long history, anyway. To him, college was his proving ground of the game where the scouts would notice. The big leagues would provide the game checks and the pinnacle of his career, playing alongside Champion Bowl winners, Pro Bowl veterans, and the greats of the game. That would be the pros - and that was his summit.

"I be seein' a few good shawties around," Williams said, eager to get into one of his other favorite occupations - flirting with or gossiping about the hot girls. "We gonna lockdown the competitionin our hood. No chance for 'dem ordinary guys from around town."

"Now that's what I'm talking about," grinned Ivan, "we'll show these damn locals how to pull some birds." Although Ivan had some difficulty understanding the slag Williams was using, he could tell when someone was talking about women. He yawned and stretched, leaning back and tilting his chair. The journey had been long and he was tired.
"Bloody hell, where's the class leader?" He complained. "I want to hurry up and finish this so I can grab a beer. At least, I hope this place has beer."

"If 'der ain't no beer, we'll go get some," DeSean smiled, sticking his worn-out gum under his seat. "Get some parties goin', all the good stuff. Yes sir. Yes ma'am."

Williams was starting to finally wake up as the clock ticked on with the PoliSci professor late. Wherever he was. But it wasn't like that was such a big deal - so far, this had been a pretty good class. If it could be this every day, DeSean would be ecstatic. Sitting around chilling and talking? That was perfectly fine. After all, football wasn't meeting until 4, which was after his 2 o'clock class.

"Damn, outta gum," Williams reminisced, capping his partying sentence. To everyone else, he spoke up louder: "Anyone got any gum you wanna gimme?"

"Very well, then. Here's your key, and maps are by the door.""Thanks".After she grabbed her keys she turn back around to talk to Rose,forgetting to ask who exactly she'd be dorming with.



"oh just sixs pairs of every thing ,make up,other things we females need and six bottles i picked up at the airport"said Rose as James nod his head at Aussa

"водочка"said James eyeing her

"yup vodka" Rose said back to him with a smile

"Makeup? My people don't wear make up and six pairs of everything seems a little excessive,but this vodka sounds intriguing is it alcoholic?"

" "Makeup? My people don't wear make up and six pairs of everything seems a little excessive,but this vodka sounds intriguing is it alcoholic?"

'i don't wear it all the time and six pairs everything is for the fact it be sometime till they work out how to pay James and me"said Rose as she watchs james get the key

"an yes vodka is alcoholic spent what little money i have with me to get it"

"here what room number they given you"asked James to Aussa

Marko drew a deep breath as he walked into the PoliSci class room. Good, the class had not begun yet... He basically just walked into one of the front three pews and crashed down, just letting himself relax for a moment.

Yet, he could not stop thinking of the vision of beauty that he had seen at the Registration Office...

'i don't wear it all the time and six pairs everything is for the fact it be sometime till they work out how to pay James and me"said Rose as she watchs james get the key

"an yes vodka is alcoholic spent what little money i have with me to get it"

"here what room number they given you"asked James to Aussa

"Alcohol is a big part of Nosorian culture,in fact almost half of our native beverages are alcoholic I'd like to try some vodka sometime.Oh,and my room number let's see..........room 335.What's your's?"

"Alcohol is a big part of Nosorian culture,in fact almost half of our native beverages are alcoholic I'd like to try some vodka sometime.Oh,and my room number let's see..........room 335.What's your's?"

"we work hard and party hard when your work weeks out" Rose said as she looks at the key

"odd looks like we sharing the same room" she adds as Jmaes picks up her bags

"came to think of it they Weight of your bag less then i carry into combat"

"shhh"said Rose to him

"we work hard and party hard when your work weeks out" Rose said as she looks at the key

"odd looks like we sharing the same room" she adds as Jmaes picks up her bags

"came to think of it they Weight of your bag less then i carry into combat"

"shhh"said Rose to him

"Awesome!Let's go unpack before we're late!"

"Awesome!Let's go unpack before we're late!"

"yur"said Rose as James walks past her

"guess i'll pick up some soundproofing when i pick up my weapon locker up from the airport tomorrow" James said to himself as he heads out the door

"yur"said Rose as James walks past her

"guess i'll pick up some soundproofing when i pick up my weapon locker up from the airport tomorrow" James said to himself as he heads out the door

"So,where do you come from?",said Aussa as they walked to their dorm.

Darius was sitting in class getting bored and was waiting on football practice and then he got a text from a girl back in kirev and replied by and then turned to Emilia and said

"so what you doing after class" said Darius

"So,where do you come from?",said Aussa as they walked to their dorm.

"guess soundproofing our room be good idea for when we chasing the white rabbit "Rose said as she pokes James in the side before turning to Aussa to answer her

"we from Imperial'

"guess soundproofing our room be good idea for when we chasing the white rabbit "Rose said as she pokes James in the saide before turning to Aussa to answer her

'we from Imperial'

"I've heard of your nation before,but I'm afraid I don't know much about it.I'm from Nosorepazzau,but most foreigners call it by its Kiravian name,Nosoria."

"I've heard of your nation before,but I'm afraid I don't know much about it.I'm from Nosorepazzau,but most foreigners call it by its Kiravian name,Nosoria."

"nope sorry never heard of your nation"said Rose as James leads the way

"IMHQ does not have one file on it or ever likely too"James said as he take note of a sign

"nope sorry never heard of your nation"said Rose as James leads the way

"IMHQ does not have one file on it or ever likely too"James said as he take note of a sign

"Why wouldn't it ever have any info about my nation?Sure,we're just getting into the world,but your nation may have files on us in the future.Our culture is very unique."

"Why wouldn't it ever have any info about my nation?Sure,we're just getting into the world,but your nation may have files on us in the future.Our culture is very unique."

"unless you are like Greal and go to war about every week we not going to make a file on culture "said Rose


"don't talk about that nation"said James

"sorry"said Rose

"unless you are like Greal and go to war about every week we not going to make a file on culture "said Rose


"don't talk about that nation"said James

"sorry"said Rose

"Greal,I've heard of them too,but why don't you talk about them is it taboo in your nation?,Rose?"

"Greal,I've heard of them too,but why don't you talk about them is it taboo in your nation?,Rose?"

"those who fought in the Thrid Imperial Helghan war who went to fight the Red Skull during the month the war happen, came back thinking the whole naton should be carpet bomb and trun in to a parking lot"said Rose as she look at James back

"he and i were only still nineteen"

"those who fought in the Thrid Imperial Helghan war who went to fight the Red Skull the during the month the war happen, came back thinking the whole naton should be carpet bomb and trun in to a parking lot"said Rose as she look at James back

"he and i were only still nineteen"


That's horrible!War is bad,my nation is at war as we speak against the Black Imperium.So far it's only a naval war,but it's not showing any signs of ending soon."

That's horrible!War is bad,my nation is at war as we speak against the Black Imperium.So far it's only a naval war,but it's not showing any signs of ending soon."

"james went from fighting a war in Blastslash Madliver ,to Greal and now hates talk about Greal not because of the fighting but how they learned what the people are"said Rose as check the sign to see where they were

"james went from fighting a war in Blastslash Madliver ,to Greal and now hates talk about Greal not becasuse of the fighting but how they learned what the people are"said Rose as check the sign to see where they were

"I hope my nation doesn't have anything like that in the future. We didn't come onto the worldstage to become a warzone.We have an embassy with Greal should we be cautious of them?Well,I've asked enough questions for now,what would you like to know about me?"

"I hope my nation doesn't have anything like that in the future. We didn't come onto the worldstage to become a warzone.We have an embassy with Greal should we be cautious of them?Well,I've asked enough questions for now,what would you like to know about me?"

"we Black listed Greal as unsafe for a embassy ,an we were right a embassy was attacked during the Red Skull war,right after the Red Skull another war all most starts,then TPF attacks and now this new war thats going on"said James before going quiet

"tell me is all the girls in your nation good looking like you and me"asked Rose as a boy who was looking at them walks into someone who was walking out of a room as he was not looing where he should
"mm" Rose added as she spots other girls looking at James

Darius was sitting in class getting bored and was waiting on football practice and then he got a text from a girl back in kirev and replied by and then turned to Emilia and said

"so what you doing after class" said Darius

"Heading to a little café on Chaldea Street. Would you like to come, by any chance?"

The professor walked in, slide his briefcase onto the desk next to the podium, and addressed the class.

"Good morning, and welcome to Zoology VI. My name is Professor Evard Sandstone, and I am a zoologist for the University's conservation program. Today, we will begin our course by concerning ourselves with the anatomic adaptions of various species."

"Heading to a little café on Chaldea Street. Would you like to come, by any chance?"

The professor walked in, slide his briefcase onto the desk next to the podium, and addressed the class.

"Good morning, and welcome to Zoology VI. My name is Professor Evard Sandstone, and I am a zoologist for the University's conservation program. Today, we will begin our course by concerning ourselves with the anatomic adaptions of various species."

"Yeah i would like that", "so can i get your number or something here you can put it in my phone". said Darius

Darius handed her his phone.

"Yeah i would like that", "so can i get your number or something here you can put it in my phone". said Darius

Darius handed her his phone.

"Number? Oh! Yes, for the telephones," she said, as she typed her number into Darius's phone, and then handed him hers. "I'm afraid I'm still not used to these things. We don't have them in Neuthena, you see. The network companies have just ignored it."

"Number? Oh! Yes, for the telephones," she said, as she typed her number into Darius's phone, and then handed him hers. "I'm afraid I'm still not used to these things. We don't have them in Neuthena, you see. The network companies have just ignored it."

Darius took the phone and added his number and handed it back to her.

"Oh it's straight", "i aint the greatest when it comes to technology neither but you didnt have phones back in Neuthena". "It must have been mad crazy for you i could imagine not having a phone". "But i guess you could get used to it thorough". said Darius

Darius took the phone and added his number and handed it back to her.

"Oh it's straight", "i aint the greatest when it comes to technology neither but you didnt have phones back in Neuthena". "It must have been mad crazy for you i could imagine not having a phone". "But i guess you could get used to it thorough". said Darius

"Aye. It's like that in most of the Empire. Really only here, Xirya, and Verdasa have cell service. Only Eastern Kirav has credit cards. We lack in some areas like that, but we've got a huge IT sector, and some pretty advanced computers."

"Aye. It's like that in most of the Empire. Really only here, Xirya, and Verdasa have cell service. Only Eastern Kirav has credit cards. We lack in some areas like that, but we've got a huge IT sector, and some pretty advanced computers."

"Foreal yeah", "i feel you i had to go without phone for a long time back in 10th grade". "Aye what time does this class end"? said Darius

"Foreal yeah", "i feel you i had to go without phone for a long time back in 10th grade". "Aye what time does this class end"? said Darius

"About an hour," she said. She returned her attention to Professor Sandstone, who was pointing out certain features on an okapi skull, and explaining their significance.

"About an hour," she said. She returned her attention to Professor Sandstone, who was pointing out certain features on an okapi skull, and explaining their significance.

Oh ight den said Darius

He turned and looked at the Okapi skull and said "What is the Okapi related too."

"Actually," the professor said, "Despite its zebralike appearance, the Okapi is most closely related to the Giraffe."

He put the skull back on this desk, and unfurled a map of Africa.

"The okapi is found here," he said, pointing to a portion of Scandinavian East Africa, "And the biogeographic break betwixt the Okapi and Giraffe is about here,...Which brings us to tomorrow's section on Dispersal."

Looking at the clock, he spoke to the class once more, "Now, I would like to take this time to discuss a field assignment that has been given to Sardson University by the Imperial Government. Africa, as I hope you all know, is a continent of immense biodiversity, unmatched in its area of the world. Well, the Secriat of the Environment has assigned the University to do a study on the tropical animal populations in Austro-Africa, Kirav's African colony. Basically, we will be doing data collection on various species, and running comparisons with earlier records. As one of the more advanced Zoology classes here, I would be honoured if some students would volunteer. Participation in this project fulfills one-quarter of the fieldwork requirements for entry to Zoology VIII. Any questions?"

"we Black listed Greal as unsafe for a embassy ,an we were right a embassy was attacked during the Red Skull war,right after the Red Skull another war all most starts,then TPF attacks and now this new war thats going on"said James before going quiet

"tell me is all the girls in your nation good looking like you and me"asked Rose as a boy who was looking at them walks into someone who was walking out of a room as he was not looing where he should
"mm" Rose added as she spots other girls looking at James

"I don't exactly understand what you mean."

"Actually," the professor said, "Despite its zebralike appearance, the Okapi is most closely related to the Giraffe."

He put the skull back on this desk, and unfurled a map of Africa.

"The okapi is found here," he said, pointing to a portion of Scandinavian East Africa, "And the biogeographic break betwixt the Okapi and Giraffe is about here,...Which brings us to tomorrow's section on Dispersal."

Looking at the clock, he spoke to the class once more, "Now, I would like to take this time to discuss a field assignment that has been given to Sardson University by the Imperial Government. Africa, as I hope you all know, is a continent of immense biodiversity, unmatched in its area of the world. Well, the Secriat of the Environment has assigned the University to do a study on the tropical animal populations in Austro-Africa, Kirav's African colony. Basically, we will be doing data collection on various species, and running comparisons with earlier records. As one of the more advanced Zoology classes here, I would be honoured if some students would volunteer. Participation in this project fulfills one-quarter of the fieldwork requirements for entry to Zoology VIII. Any questions?"

"If this doesnt interfere with football i'll join". said Darius

"If this doesnt interfere with football i'll join". said Darius

The Professor frowned a little, then said, "If you're interested, the sign-up is in the Saskatchewan Building."

"I don't exactly understand what you mean."

James rolls his eyes and went right to the point

"she means are all the girls in your nation as hot as you and Rose"said James as he smilies at a hot girl who was looking at him

James rolls his eyes and went right to the point

'are all the girls in your nation as hot as you and Rose"said James as he smilies at a hot girl who was looking at him

"Well,I suppose so.My people do brag alot about our natural charm.We've also discovered we're phyisically stronger that most of the races we've met so far.Our women are especially stronger than foreign women.My people also have a short temper.So James tell us what you find attractive about Rose and I."

Darius turned to emilia and said

"Aye are you going to sign up" said Darius

"Maybe. I've already got my fieldwork done, but I've wanted to got to Austro-Africa for a while. They've a major icthyological research facility there."

"Maybe. I've already got my fieldwork done, but I've wanted to got to Austro-Africa for a while. They've a major icthyological research facility there."

Yeah i might go depends on if the coach will let me go so ill probably ask sometime this week said Darius

"Well,I suppose so.My people do brag alot about our natural charm.We've also discovered we're phyisically stronger that most of the races we've met so far.Our women are especially stronger than foreign women.My people also have a short temper.So James tell us what you find attractive about Rose and I."

James stops at a door place the bags down and unlocks the door before turning to answer

"you both beautiful and all so for Rose it's her scent too"said Jame before going in

"it one these two bedroom (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/Dynasties%20Island/Bedroom.jpg),one bathroom and kitchen living area drom" James said from with in

James stops at a door place the bags down and unlocks the door before turning to answer

"you both beautiful and all so for Rose it's her scent too"said Jame before going in

"it one these two bedroom (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/Dynasties%20Island/Bedroom.jpg),one bathroom and kitchen living area drom" James said from with in

"Wow,this is a beautiful dorm!"

"Wow,this is a beautiful dorm!"

"it is"said Rose then she looks at James

'mm you ok"she asked him

"yur but like all males we slowly getting use to sleeping back in a bed again ,then a foxhole" James said as he makes a note

"you will and what you doing" Rose ask taking the note pad

"tv and cd player for our room, food" Rose said as she read out loud before looking up
"hey want to go food shopping with me" Rose asked Aussa

[snip]"Good to have you here, Charles Philips." The Kiravian extended his hand, "Name's Rob Greysand. And this is my friend, Jeanne Worldcypress."

"Pleased to meet you," she said politely.

"So, what're you here for? CompSci? Politics?"[snip]

OOC: Sorry I missed your last response to me there . . .

“Yes, I’m looking to become a diplomat,” he said, his Errikan accent very notable but far from unintelligible, shaking his hand warmly, “And I’m sort of a test case—foreign education has not been the vogue for some years, and the Karan Foundation is looking to reverse this trend.

“The feeling is mutual,” he turned to Jeanne Worldcypress, smiling, “What are you two to be studying?”

"it is"said Rose then she looks at James

'mm you ok"she asked him

"yur but like all males we slowly getting use to sleeping back in a bed again ,then a foxhole" James said as he makes a note

"you will and what you doing" Rose ask taking the note pad

"tv and cd player for our room, food" Rose said as she read out loud before looking up
"hey want to go food shopping with me" Rose asked Aussa

"Sure,I'd love to.I wander what kinda of food they have here."

(OCC:Sorry,for being gone so long guys,but I've had lots of stuff in RL to do(damn,school projects!!!:mad:)I apologize if I held the RP up.:()

"Sure,I'd love to.I wander what kinda of food they have here."

(OCC:Sorry,for being gone so long guys,but I've had lots of stuff in RL to do(damn,school projects!!!:mad:)I apologize if I held the RP up.:()

OOC RL before NS
IC

"sweet,i'am going to like you as a friend" Rose said with a smilie as James place his arm around her waist

"so what now" he said to the pair

"we unpack i guess an we order take out for dinner tonight for us three"said Rose as she rest her head on his chest

"guess that the battle plan then" James said as holds her closer

" did you look the look of that girl that smilied at you" Rose asked

"not bad ,but don't know if we could have fun with her" James answered back to her

OOC RL before NS
IC

"sweet,i'am going to like you as a friend" Rose said with a smilie as James place his arm around her waist

"so what now" he said to the pair

"we unpack i guess an we order take out for dinner tonight for us three"said Rose as she rest her head on his chest

"guess that the battle plan then" James said as holds her closer

" did you look the look of that girl that smilied at you" Rose asked

"not bad ,but don't know if we could have fun with her" James answered back to her
(OCC:Thanks,Isa)

"Well,I'm ready when you two are."

(OCC:Thanks,Isa)

"Well,I'm ready when you two are."

"you two fine ladies can order what we having,i'll unpack our bags Rose" James said as he head to their room


"ok my jekyll" Rose said to his back before turning to Aussa

"go unpack ordernig dinner can wait"said Rose

"you two fine ladies can order what we having,i'll unpack our bags Rose" James said as he head to their room


"ok my jekyll" Rose said to his back before turning to Aussa

"go unpack ordernig dinner can wait"said Rose

Aussa began unpacking her possesions and placing them.She setup some small gold statues of the sun."Rose,what kind of religion do your people pratice?"

Aussa began unpacking her possesions and placing them.She setup some small gold statues of the sun."Rose,what kind of religion do your people pratice?"

"we into a modern version of Odin and his son Thor and Valhalla,all so Imperial Males call their Mate or Mates Valkyries"said Rose as she sits down in one of the seat that was in the room

mins later James walks in

"there my beautiful Valkyrie M'ranndii"he said as he walks to stand next to Rose
"so you happy with the sexy things i packed"Rose asked looking up at him
'yes but i don't think Aussa want to hear about it"said James