SaintB
07-09-2008, 13:13
OOC: If someone wants to send a delegate from a nation interested in membership in EDI, or as a news agency reporting on the meeting for whatever reason please TG me for permission.
The large cat sat upon the bookshelf and surveyed the room as if he were the king of all he surveyed... this made Benard smile. "And who do you think you are?"
"Meow?" was the only reply.
"This is my office, not yours."
"Meow" the cat stretched lasily and knocked over a large hard-bound volume with a loud thud to the floor.
"Maurice?! Your cat is in the office again." The stern tone did not do well enough to hide the amusement from his voice, "And he's about to commit several felonies..." the last part was said through a chuckle.
The balding man who entered the room was near to old age but still had pep in his step, "I'm so sorry my lord." he said bowing formally.
Benard grunted and raised an eyebrow toward the cat, some people beleived that was as expressive as the Monarch ever got, "Why is Pippen in the palace again Maurice, I thought I told you to keep him at home."
"B-but... my lord he... he missed you and I couldn't find a cat sitter and he can get so lonely when nobody is home."
From what Benard knew about cats, he doubted the lonly part, "I think that Pippen can take care of himself Maurice, there is a very important meeting going on for the next several days and I can't have your housecat prowling the palace grounds and setting off the security alarms again." as he spoke the young Monarch scratched the white cat affectionatly behind the left ear and then brushed some cat fur off of his suit jacket, "And he is shedding..."
"So sorry sir, I will get him home right away."
"Please do."
A single loud rapp on the door drew Benard's attention, he strode across the room and opened the door himself before the servant could respond. A somewhat portly woman with her graying hair tied back into a bun locked eyes with him, "Have you forgotten about the EDI Conference all of a sudden? I was tempted to send a search party."
"No Jenna, I was just adding the finishing touches to my welcome speech... lost track of the time."
His reply was greeted with a hmph, "You were planning that vacation again weren't you?"
The Monarch defended himself from his personal assistants remark, "Its not really a vacation until I actually make plans. Now if you'll excuse me I have about a dozen foriegn dignitaries from allied nations to greet in about fifteen minutes, so if you will kindly allow me to do my job as ruler."
Jenna scowled at him like an angry school teacher but moved out of the way, "You have cat fur on your cuff." she said flatly and brushed it off, then began adjusting the sleeve.
For the meeting the monarch chose a slieght gray tuxedo cut suit with a black turtleneck underneath, with his tall frame and olive skin he looked something like a model from a men's catalogue as he made his way toward the palace courtyard, speech notes in hand.
It had begun...
The large cat sat upon the bookshelf and surveyed the room as if he were the king of all he surveyed... this made Benard smile. "And who do you think you are?"
"Meow?" was the only reply.
"This is my office, not yours."
"Meow" the cat stretched lasily and knocked over a large hard-bound volume with a loud thud to the floor.
"Maurice?! Your cat is in the office again." The stern tone did not do well enough to hide the amusement from his voice, "And he's about to commit several felonies..." the last part was said through a chuckle.
The balding man who entered the room was near to old age but still had pep in his step, "I'm so sorry my lord." he said bowing formally.
Benard grunted and raised an eyebrow toward the cat, some people beleived that was as expressive as the Monarch ever got, "Why is Pippen in the palace again Maurice, I thought I told you to keep him at home."
"B-but... my lord he... he missed you and I couldn't find a cat sitter and he can get so lonely when nobody is home."
From what Benard knew about cats, he doubted the lonly part, "I think that Pippen can take care of himself Maurice, there is a very important meeting going on for the next several days and I can't have your housecat prowling the palace grounds and setting off the security alarms again." as he spoke the young Monarch scratched the white cat affectionatly behind the left ear and then brushed some cat fur off of his suit jacket, "And he is shedding..."
"So sorry sir, I will get him home right away."
"Please do."
A single loud rapp on the door drew Benard's attention, he strode across the room and opened the door himself before the servant could respond. A somewhat portly woman with her graying hair tied back into a bun locked eyes with him, "Have you forgotten about the EDI Conference all of a sudden? I was tempted to send a search party."
"No Jenna, I was just adding the finishing touches to my welcome speech... lost track of the time."
His reply was greeted with a hmph, "You were planning that vacation again weren't you?"
The Monarch defended himself from his personal assistants remark, "Its not really a vacation until I actually make plans. Now if you'll excuse me I have about a dozen foriegn dignitaries from allied nations to greet in about fifteen minutes, so if you will kindly allow me to do my job as ruler."
Jenna scowled at him like an angry school teacher but moved out of the way, "You have cat fur on your cuff." she said flatly and brushed it off, then began adjusting the sleeve.
For the meeting the monarch chose a slieght gray tuxedo cut suit with a black turtleneck underneath, with his tall frame and olive skin he looked something like a model from a men's catalogue as he made his way toward the palace courtyard, speech notes in hand.
It had begun...