NationStates Jolt Archive

Alexia tightened the last leather belt around her left leg which helped to keep her combat suit tight and secure. In one hand was a nightstick and in the other was a stun gun. The room was dark, she could hear nothing, see nothing... only feel the variation is the flow of the air around her.

Then a sudden attack from her left from behind, for only an instance she could hear the swing of the weapon disrupt the air and created a swush sound. That sound gave her the moment to react. The nightstick she had came up and blocked the attack, and a simutanius counter caught the attack off guard setting him up for a devistating electric shock to his groin. A sudden Burts of adrenaline ran threw her and she finished off the attacker by slide kicking him to the ground and a swift kick to his face.

After the exercise the lights came on to show 4 men on the floor knock out and bleeding. And from the door came her assistant who clapped at her accomplishment.

" Keep you petty compliments to yourself... hear." she said to him while dabbbing off the sweat from her brow.

Her assistant laughed and gave her a bottle of water. She smiled and opened the bottle and down it fast. As they sat in the locker room silent she looked at her assistant and said:

" Its that time huh?"

The Assistant nodded and got up and offered his hand to help her off the chair, which she quickly refused by getting up herself. she was not one to disobey tradition and law. As future queen, her husband was destined to be king and her land was in their hands... who ever they would be.

She walked up from her training room and sat at her desk and looked over the files about each suitor. Each had their merit, each where well quailifed... But could they win her heart? this was a mystery she wanted to see unfold.

OOC: you may begin your arrivals.

Dr. Jeremiah Thompson of Miroxia stepped off his plane that had just landed in Skismire. He then went to the parking lot where his pre-rented car was. It was red and was a leading Miroxian brand that had been sent to Skismire. He then stepped in a pulled out of the crowded lot. It had a scent of pine from an airfreshener.

His cell phone then rang. "Yo, Jeremiah, ya in that royal kingdom yet?"

"Yes, J. Kings. I am," was his reply to his longtime friend.

"Sweet. Get me something nice!"

"If I become King, I won't come back!"

"Mail it to me then," he whined.

"I'll call you tomorrow. Later!"

"Later!" They hung up.

He then continued a drive down the highway. Once he got out of the parking lot, it was clear and smooth driving. In about 20 minutes, he arrived in a huge castle. "Well, not everybody lives in a castle," he said stepping out. He then went up and knocked on the door. A maid answered him. "Hello, I'm Jeremiah Thompson. Is Princess Alexia home?"

The Maid looked at Jeremiah like he was insane and quickly replied to his question..

" Your... Serious..." she said nevously

From behind her was to sound of footsteps. They where soft and gentle , yet confident and determined all at the same time. As they got closer the maid opened the doors wider and presented Alexia. She was not at all ready to be introduced as she was wearing her training outfit. She played along and invited him in for drinks.

As he walked in she had him follow her into a room which was dimmly lit and had a table in the center with drinks ready. She walked over and gabed a glass and presented it to Jeremiah and said:

" Dr. Jeremiah I believe. you files dont give your justice. Your far more average then you look in your photos" She said this not out of spit but to test his mental wit. If he could stand to her simple insults then he would fail here and now.

He rolled his eyes in his mind. He had heard about her mind tricks, but being a doctor, he could counter act. He sipped the drink, "That was my college photo I sent. I have had many people say things like that," he said, chuckling a bit. "So tell me about yourself."

" Didn't you read the file.... Tisk. how can I trust you will be the right one for my nation, If you cant rea a simple file about a single person... Very well. I will enlighten you as to who I am. My name is Alexia I was born to the Warrior-King of Skismire during the last great war we had in our nation. My mother is a mystery to me. I enjoy watching others squirm as I grill them about why they exist. I tend to not look kindly on those who cant take care of themselves and take up resources better used else where." She said as she down the drink in one run.

After her quick drink she returned the favor.

" I read your file. But I want to hear the information from your lips. Who is Jeremiah...?"

"First off, I did read your file. Born in the midst of war. Terrible," he said drinking. "Well, I am Jeremiah Thompson of the Medical University of Drance Town and work currently as a doctor in Port Durant. I was born to a poor family, but my kind grandparents sent me to a prestige school. They were very helpful. Anyways, I won the lottery of 6 million USD worth of rupees and built my parents a mansion and gave them the rest. Then I was offered a 10-year medical scholarship. While in college, I wrote several books, too; and that's, basically, my story up till now." He then took some more sips, calmly.

" Do you enjoy art? Jeremiah. I have an impressive collection of old skismirian Artifacts dating back a long time ago. Many of the pieces where from an old fortress in the mountains up north near Dearota City." Said Alexia as she smiled at Jeremiahs quick snap back at her.

Alexia got up from her chair and started to walk, as she rounded a corner she called out to him saying;

" Be a man and down the damn drink already. You bore me with your slowness." She smiled as she walked through the hallway which lead to the artifacts room where she kept her collection.

Jeremiah then chugged the drink and followed. He then gazed upon the artifacts. "Woah..."

OOC: come on... put some effort into your posts... I can live with your posting a little slower if it means putting some meat on them...lol BTW... they haven't gotten to the room yet.

Nicola Ascoli, the 26 year old futbol player from ViZion, was looking forward to meeting the young Skimirian Princess, Alexia. While he has his fair share of dates and girlfriends in the past, he had never dated a real, live princess before.

He was flying in on ViZionair from Vitalita. It would not be long, he figured, before he would get to her place. After all, the rental he got was suppose to come with a GPS system. Of course, when he got to his car, he realized they seemed to have forgotten to give him that.

After finding out he had not been charged for the GPS, he had to wait to get directions from them, and he was on his way.

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He pulled up in the midsize sedan. He got out of the car, dressed in white tank top covered by a dress casual zipup shirt and wearing khaki shorts. He had considered slicking back him hair, however ended up deciding to go with his normal messy-spiked airstyle he normally wore just like shown in his picture.

He grabbed a small wrapped box and walked up to the door, knocking.

OOC: I will assume that each person is meet at different times and probably diferent days....for now

The knocking at the door was becoming all to familar. Alexia had just finished with a meeting concerning her position as head of the Skismirian anti-Terror Unit. She walked impatiently to the door in which Nichola was knocking and quickly pulled the door open. As the doors swung open with force the wind made her hiar flutter into the air a little giving her the appearence of being in a fantasy. but as they moment of fantasy ended so did the time for pleasentries and formal greetings:

" Who are you... what ever your selling I dont want any." she said as she closed the door before the young man could speak.

But as quickly as she shut the door she opened it bak up and apologized for being rude and not remembering his face from the file. she looked him over from top to bottom and asked him a simple question:

" Do you practise martial arts?" she could tell he must of knew some as his stance was ready for an attack.

OOC: heh was wondering if you were gonna RP it together or seperately
IC:
"It's alright. I do alot of mixed martial arts, so you could say that, yes." he said, smiling. He then held out the small box, "A present for you. I think you'll like it. And your pictures don't do you anything - you're beautiful." he said, then continued "I'm Nicola. From ViZion."

As Nichola hand her the gift she kindly accepted and held it in her hands. She smiled gentlly and invited him in for dinner. She didn't open the gift instead left it on the first table he saw. She then took Nichola by the hand and walked him to the dinning room where a feast was prepared for his arrival. Much like all Skismirain people the feast had no other food other then meat. All meat, no vegies, no fruit- Just wine and meat.

The table was made from black Cedar and the chairs where lined with slik backs. The room was lit by tourches rather then by lights which added a slight dimmness to the room. As she walked him in she turned and said :

" Please sit and eat I will return shortly"

"Well, quite a feast - and the torches are quite a touch - I like it!" he exclaimed. "And I can wait for you to return to eat." he said when she said we should be back. He was a little shocked that she said to just go and eat, but he also figured she was likely busy. After all, he thought, she doesn't have a typical job.

It was also quite a log time since he has had any sort of dinner like this. While it wasn't completely uncommon in ViZion, he knew for his job as a professional futbol player, this wasn't the most advised diet.

With the Empire's mastery of cloning technology, being a Mundus in Belkaros was now like being a Kennedy in Massachusetts, and if they were not already governors or senators, all of them simply sat around waiting for someone to die or to be apointed head of something. This simply did not feel right to Maximus Mundus, so he decided to do something about it. The opportunity to do that something came with the arrival of an information packet on a princess looking to marry. Within a day of reading it, he was on a plane to Skismire.

He took a taxi from the airport to the castle, tipped his driver, and walked to the front gate. He smoothed out a small wrinkle in his blue blazer, which he wore casually but handsomely over a white collared shirt and khaki pants. He knocked on the door and smiled at the maid, who led him into an impressive antichamber, where he waited to meet the princess.

Osius City, CFUS
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The great metropolis was one of the few within the Commonwealth. Based on a socialist economy, the country had no need for great industrial and commercial centers. That made Osius the stark contrast it was. For most foreigners it was an average major city, but to the native Mitgarians, it was an imposing site. From his office of Red Star Industries, Andelko Tikhomirov looked out at the sprawling cityscape. There was a knock on his door as his secretary, Kira Ilyin, let herself in.

"Mr. Tikhomirov, the plane is fueled and ready," she informed him.

"Thank you, Ms. Ilyin," he said, turning from his perch.

"Are you really going through with your father's scheme?" she asked.

"He is right, you know," Andelko explained. "Plus, if I marry royalty, there is nothing to stop me from obtaining my family's noble titles."

"But it seems this is more of a business deal than..." her voice fell, turning to look out at the stark city.

"It's not," Andelko said, raising his chin in a proud stance. "I am nobility, after all. I must behave according to the Old Ways: To always do ladies, gentlewomen and widows succor;
To never force ladies, gentlewomen or widows, that is what I have vowed."

Kira simply nodded as she fell in step with her employer. He led them to the executive elevator and took it to the roof of the building. There, its engines idling, a personalized CV-30 Vogel SVOTL airplane stood ready. A stewardess opened the hatch at the top of the ramp and ushered them in, offering drinks as the pilot announced ready for takeoff. Waving her off, Andelko only requested the pilot leave immediately.

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Several hours later, the plane landed without incident. From the cargo hold, a Mercedes E-class limousine and two smaller BMW M5s were rolled out. Kira held the limo door open as Andelko dismissed it and let her seat herself first.

As the Mercedes drove up the long path to the castle. It reminded him of the old pictures of the Czar and his royal family, and of his own lineage. He wondered if his own family had once had such a castle. The Tikhomirov family estate was nothing to be considered 'small,' but it was merely a mansion, not a castle of stone and mortar that had seen generations of nobles. Uncharacteristicly, he let Kira lead him out, telling her to step back as he ascended the castle steps. He waited little before a servant answered.

"I am Andelko Tikhomirov, by way of Andrei Tikhomirov and Matrona Vladimirov, contested claimants of the deposed throne of Mitgar. I have come to meet Princess Alexia."

ooc: Skim, what's the name of the city, castle etc...? also, my country is CFUS, but it was formerly the Kingdom of Mitgar, hence the term 'Mitgarian' etc...

ooc- sorry. More detail it is. i'm still kinda learning.

Dr. Jeremiah walked dopwn the long hallway with the princess. Things seemed to be going good, at least for now... "So, what kind of artifacts from this fortress...guns, old silverware, paintings?" he questioned. He had to be extremely careful, for one small slip and it was bye-bye Jeremiah...for good. He didn't really want to chug his drink. He was taught at prestige school that drinking your drink too fast is impolite. Weird. The princess was different, as some would say, but if she was, he wouldn't have replied. If he was choosen, he would be the first Miroxian to become King of a Foriegn nation.

ooc- was that good?