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Kingarmy was standing in front of the memorial fountain of Kingarmy, waiting for his visitors to come. Having nothing to do, he started counting the number of llamas he had, making sure each representative, thier aides, secrataries and thier security convoy had enough.

(OOC: I'll wait for the day of the festival- tomorrow- before arriving)

Realizing that the festival was actually the 26th of oct and not the 25th, Kingarmy got on the nearest llama and headed to the Imperial Palace; to telegram all nations to come one day earlier.

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Having received your telegram, we are making preparations for the arrival, however there are a few issues, mainly to do with arrival, we do not know very much about Kingarmy and were wondering what the best way to arrive would be, sea or air, whichever it is, cold you tell us which port, airport or other you would like us to use?

(OOC: i don't know if you done this, but you might want to post a link to this thread in the signup thread, if you have, just ignore this OOC post :))

OOC: I have, and i felt obliged to reply, so ignore this OOC

We prefer arrival by sea, as the nearest aiport is in the neighbouring country of Corobalia. We do have a escort in Corobalia, if you can't come by sea. Dock onto Pier 78 onto Arlington Dock, near route 22356.

((OOC: Sorry for the shit post))

The Falcon 7X took off from Gogari airport. It was the first in a que of nine airplanes to be heading to the airport in Corobalia. President Aposon was on the 7X, thinking about how degrading it must be that a country doesn't even have an airport, "We should give them funding to build one," he thought.

The 2 Airbus A380s and 6 Antonov An-225's would be following the Falcon and they carried all the equipment the troops needed - including the troops themselves.

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Arrival by sea will be fine, sea travel is slower so it will of course take longer for us to arrive so we do not know whether we will make it for today (25th) but will for tomorrow (26th)


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"Are you sure you want to go personally?"

Drabek turned an icy glare to the aide who had asked this

"of course I will go in person, I said I would and so I shall" he smiled faintly "I am a man of my word, and after all I don't think the country will implode with just a few days absence, are all the preparations made?"

"Yessir they are"

"Good, and remember, In my absence I want to be informed of anything that may need my personal attention"

Followed by his bodyguards, Drabek left the room, the country could do without him for a few days couldn't it? all the same he had stepped up surveillance and police activity incase the people got it into their heads that the absence of their leader would be a good time for a pointless act of rebellion.

***

The limo pulled up in the docks and Drabek got out and walked towards his ship "The Phantom" leaving other people to do the preparations. He spotted Nita Ellison and her husband, Nita was The minister of foreign affairs and would also be coming on this trip, she would of course be handling diplomatic talk.

"Ready to go?" not waiting for an answer he gestured the couple and their guards aboard the ship, a few hours later, the ship left the docks.

ooc: yeah, sorry for mine too

"Sir, are you shure you should go to this meeting, with a country that possbily doesn't have a runway?" Martin Dalons, the Prime Minister, asked Francis Pierock as Martin rushed to meet up with the Concorde that would take Francis, the head of International Relations, out of the country.

"Nonesense, I am doing this for the good of international relations, runway or not!" Francis yelled back over the roar of the engines.

"Suit Youself!" Martin cried back to him as the doors to the jet closed.And with esteemed grace, the liner dipped upward, off of the Canalive City Runway, and headed off in the distance toward Kingarmy.

"He could have gone by boat...but no....he wanted the airplane instead...." Martin thought.

Kingarmy, impatient for his visitors to arrive, asked for some soda. Having only one can left, Kingarmy's aide decided to keep it for himself.

Hey boss, you're doctor said no more sugar cause it made you high.

I guess your right...

I'm gonna feed the llamas, ok?

Fine, kill #83 and #24 and give it to the rest.

Delighted to be absent from his master's presence, the aide walked out and drank the soda. Immediatly after he started having covulsions. But before he could scream, llamas started munching his face and he was soon after dead.

OOC: Lol wut?

OOC: Part of the RP, the guy just died because of poisining.

OOC: Kingarmy, Quotation marks (“ & ”) are usually used to wrap dialogue so that readers know what is and isn’t dialogue. Some players, such as myself, also like to put line spaces (as you are doing, just reinforcing) between different characters dialogue so it’s more clear who is talking when.

IC:
Aboard the BMS Screw Diplomacy, a Trailblazer class cruiser, Gracchus Milinovich and his contingent of Imperial Guardsmen made their way towards the nation of Kingarmy. In the essence of speed the small Fleet was only composed of cruisers, with increased aircraft stationed at friendly bases along the way to ensure superiority would be projected anywhere the Fleet went. Sprint coils active, the Fleet raced through the water at 45 knots, waves smashing against hulls, foam flying onto the decks. Sailors were, as always, on their watch. The Empire was a powerful nation, well known in the international communities and, unfortunately, well disliked by some. Her Fleets, even if for diplomatic purposes, were always under threat of attack, Her men always needed to be ready to beat an attack back.

As systems were run through tests, sailors drilled, and a number of other activities went on to ensure the crews were ready Gracchus Milinovich made his way around the BMS Screw Diplomacy. He has not been aboard a Trailblazer since The Great Naval Refit, a fact the Captain readily exploited to show off his wonderful vessel.

“Now these vertical launch tubes, we can launch pretty much any kind of missile out of here. In fact, some argue that these VLS tubes are far superior to a capital ship’s main guns. So, arguably, we’re better armed than most nations’ battleships. Especially with the anti-shipping missiles we have, we can sink vessels up to seven hundred nautical miles away, and aircraft and submarines are most definitely not a problem.”

Gracchus, hand locked with his wife’s, interrupted the Captain for a minute. “Excuse me, I’ve been turning this over in my head. Now, I’ve seen a ship’s supplies loaded on before and I was just…flabbergasted at the amount of materials loaded onto these vessels before we took off. Is that with this evolution of technology we’ve sadly needed to take more materials to use these smarter systems?”

“A very good question, sir. And fortunately, it’s exactly the opposite. We’ve needed less and less materials. All those things you witnessed loaded on are materials for construction of one or several airstrips. You see, the nation of Kingarmy actually lacks an airstrip, as you are no doubt aware. Well, Bhalk saw fit at the last minute to laden us up with supplies, knowledge, and man power enough to construct one or several airstrips for Kingarmy. We can also build several hangers and general facilities, this way we can at least have faster access to their nation. Expansion, I’m guessing, is up to them.”

“Ah, that’s most likely in the sheaf of papers I have yet to read.”

“Haha, I suppose so sir.”

Turning to continue an ensign ran towards the Captain, interrupting him in frantic yells as he approached.

“Sir! Sir! SONAR has detected something in the depths, possibly a submarine.”

“What?”

“Yes sir, seems to be quietly following our position.”

“Shit. I knew we should have brought the whole Fleet. Alright, I’m coming now, send word to The Empire.”

“Yes sir!” Throwing a quick, but delayed, salute the ensign nodded to the diplomat before running off back the way he had came.

The Captain, placing his hand on Gracchus’ shoulders in a friendly manner, turned to once more speak to him. “You may, as of now, continue this tour yourselves. If anything develops with this, I will let you know and strive for your safety.”

“Of course, thank you.”

“For now, I’m off. Until later, good-bye.”

“And to you!”

Tonnaki saw a giant something over the horizon, advancing rapidly towards his fishing/houseboat.

What did they call that in the millitary, a nuke?

Tonnaki telegrammed Empire authorities:

"Empire Quick Reactionnary force speaking, what can we do for you?" Said a lady's voice

"They're all ladies now eh..." thought Tonnaki

"There's a giant nuke floating on the sea, precisely route 22356"

"What??!!!"

"There's a gi..."

The telegram stopped working, his children quickly ran to him with thier portable radio.

"Listen papa, there's a giant nuke on the sea..."

OCC: Whoop I thought your post said sonar detects object approaching

OOC: before I arrive, just wanna clarify... this is at a palace?

OCC: Nope, Plaza Center, next to the new IMF building.

OOC: Alright, we gonna be inside or outside of a building? And where's the nearest airport. Also, how's the population control since you mentioned we should probably have troops with us?

OOC: Haha, not quite. I was just going to screw around, if you want to, or someone else wants to, they can claim a sub. If not, I can make something.

OOC: BE... AIM or MSN plz?

OOC: Outside of the building; nearest airport: country of corobalia, Populations okay it's just that rebels might consider attacking. Ok I'll claim the sub.

But then suddenly, in a split second, Tonnaki was swallowed by a giant whale.

(OOC: I'm sorry, what whale? I am utterly confused? I don't mean to be stingy but can we please try to keep things realistic? This is a very good idea for a RP but it would be ruined if it wasn't kept realistic... again sorry if i seem stingy)

The nine planes touched down at the airport in Corolisia. Out of the Falcon, came the president, two personal bodyguards, a chaffeur and an aide. The President himself had a Beretta 92F concealed under his jacket, as always. The bodyguards each had a FAMAS. The aide and the chaffeur didn't have weaponry. Out of the cargo hold came the luggage of the five men and their vehicle; an Yalon Humoru, armoured up, again just in case.

Out of the each Airbus A380 marched in unison, 600 soldiers. They were well trained, more likely to be shown off then to see battle. It was a vanity thing for both Vice-President Sumoson, who wasn't attending, and the President himself. Uiri was not a force to be reckoned with an David hoped to show that off during this meeting with Kingarmy, and to the other nations coming.

Out of the An-225's came VABs and VBLs. 50 VABs in factt and 200 VBLs. The soldiers marched perfectly into their respective vehicles and formed a convoy around the President's own Humoru. They drove straight off of the taxiway and, after much looking, found the road. It was going to be a long drive to Kingarmy.

"Please write down, 'Reminder to give Kingarmy funding for airport, convince corporations to invest.'"

"Is that all, sir?"

"Yes. But be ready in case I need something else to be written down. Foreign Affairs plus the Senate is a lot to manage."

OOC: Kingarmy, they're interesting idea, but...well, a little radical and leave us confused. It's fine if you want to RP whales eating people, poisoned soda, and national llamas, you just need to develop. Generally, one line posts are bad. Go into some detail. Which mean, where, how'd whale get him, etc. Describe what happens and all that. If you don't want to reveal why what's going on is going on, you don't need to yet, you can still keep that hidden. However, we, as readers, just need to know what is going on.

OOC: No problem, it was just that I wanted to get the post going.

ooc: Kingarmy, do you have an airport? At the moment I am confused...

OOC: Nope, Nearest airport in neighbouring country of Corobalia, I have in escort there, It's better if you come by boat.

(OOC: another question, as we are arriving by boat, what city is the port located in, or near, and will there be anyone who will tell the new arrivals, both from my country and others, where they have to be)

(OOC: Naval route 23365, port of Kingarmy, pier 3. Kingarmy will greet you personally.)

bump

0350; four hours out

The VZG Olive Branch cut through the relatively calm waters four hours out. A small carrier used by the ViZionarian government carrying four helicopters, Joseph Hindmen stood at the fore of the ship. Stuffing his hands into his coat pockets the chilly morning air nipping at his eyes as he looked out, the moon's reflection shimmering on the soft chopping waves ahead of them offering the only light beyond the ship he was on. It would be three more hours before he would be getting onto the helicopter, but he needed a break from his office.

OOC: Dinner, I'll post when I'm back on about my actual arrival - this post was cut short heh

OOC: Well that's good cause I'm having dinner too.

OOC: Kingarmy, if you're going to take control of that sub, you should probably RP something with it. If not, I'll go ahead.

OOC: nah, my generals are too stupid to command a sub

ooc: sorry for the very short post.

Following the Uiri delegation was the Concorde airliner from the Zoingo delegation. Francis got off and found a taxi that would take him to Kingarmy.

“Sir, rising fast!”

“What?”

“The sub, or whatever it is. It’s rising fast, continuing to pursue our Fleet!”

“Oh crap…Battle Stations! Now, I want ASROC firing, let’s destroy this sub, they’re clearly not going to wait to talk.”

Chances would not be taken, ASROCs on not just one, but three ships opened up as missiles streaked upwards before coming back down, practically on top of the unidentified object. Shells departed as torpedos fell down, skimming before diving down, seeking out their prey. Racing through the water, diving deeper and deeper, the trio cut down, spinning and racing towards their target.

Finally, the large whale realized something was racing towards it. Whatever was hurtling on was nothing from the sea world, that was for sure. His natural reaction was to avoid the missiles, but he was exorbitantly too slow. One torpedo flew by, narrowly missing the side of the whale, continuing downwards to crash in the deep depths – damage unreported. The other two slammed into their target, explosions ripping the body apart as whale chunks shot off in every direction, under the waves.

“Direct hit, sir! Target annihilated!”

“Excellent! Leave two vessels to determine what it was and proceed onwards. I need to go see Milinovich.”

The Captain made his way towards Milinovich, who at this point has been ushered into his cabin by a sailor. Opening the door and stepping in he glanced at Milinovich, confirming with his eyes alone that everything was alright.

“We’re not sure what it was, probably a submarine. It’d been following us a while and starting rocketing upwards towards our ships, we opened fire and annihilated it. Several vessels will remain behind to ascertain what nation the submarine was from, meanwhile, we’re only a few hours from port, so get ready.”

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Gracchus Milinovich gave his wife a great big kiss on the forehead before whispering something into her ear and taking her hand, turning to exit the BMS Screw Diplomacy. Before he could take another two steps forward the Captain came towards them, obviously glowing with anger.

“Why Captain, whatever is the matter?”

“Well, I just thought I should inform you whose submarine that was.”

“Oh? You’ve found out? Oh dear Lord…don’t tell me it belonged to Kingarmy.”

“No, not at all. It was the ocean’s.”

“Come again?”

“It was flippin’ whale. I’m going to see heads roll for this, don’t you worry, this will not go unpunished.”

Letting a light chuckle go Milinovich slapped him on the back with his free hand, “Well, your men did get a good combat exercise, and you can’t deny they did well. That whale was not going to get anywhere near your vessels.”

The Captain, who failed to appreciate the humor, nodded in recognition of Milinovich’s seniority. “That is true, sir.”

“Well, until later.”

Milinovich, still chuckling, walked off the vessel with his wife by his side. “Ah dear, I do believe that is Kingarmy over there.”

OOC: lol

An hour out, Joseph Hindmen and the troops loaded up onto the four helicopters inbound for Plaza Center for this festival. He figured they've best be served skipping the welcoming party at the port, the airport, and the traffic and just made their own entrance.

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"Joseph, we're almost there. The building is right over there." the pilot said, pointing to it about half a mile away as they flew above the city.

The four helicopters made their landing in the the middle of Plaza Center, Joseph stepping off just as it touched town, the troops quick to follow off the four helicopters. "Now where's this Mr. Kingarmy I'm suppose to me?" he muttered.

OOC: sorry for crappy post, just tryin to get the post up quickly...

It had been sometime since Philomena Kosseri had attended a social gathering in which she could make new friends and take a break from the hustle and bustle of politics which had been thrown upon her when her father named her the successor to his authority in his last will before he died. She had taken the liberty of dressing in a lovely evening dress that complimented her curves and revealed some cleavage which wasn't much but enough to arouse men. She would be attending with Levana Flaman who served as the Councilwoman for Foreign Affairs and her faithful bodyguard, Lanus. Her personal assistant was unable to attend because of his attentions being focused on personal matters that were kept secret on his part. There had been a modest naval vessel given to Philomena for the sake of traveling to Kingarmy due to the apparent failure to secure proper aerial transporation. The ship was Philomena's private yacht which she used to sail around Aresian shores when she had felt like experiencing some aquatic fun. It set sail amidst the cover of the night while Philomena went to her cabin to read her philosophy books that she had brought aboard while Levana went to speak with the captain of the ship who was one of those elderly but youthful men who would remind you of old British corporals who pledged a near fanatical loyalty to the Empire their forefathers created. Philomena spent the night reading and contemplating her personal life. She felt a bit of a desire to find someone to settle down with but she wasn't going to choose any man nor a woman since she wasn't a lesbian like Levana was. She wanted the right man but, to be honest, it wasn't really much a thought in her mind. Reading some book by a deceased philosopher seemed more entertaining than finding a man who you would love to have ravish you every night but, yet, there was just that bit of desire within. Lanus just did his duty and protected Philomena as the ship continued to sail ever closer to Kingarmy where Philomena hoped to make new friends. When Philomena slept, she dreamt about the memories she had of her childhood and how her father explained to her that she would inherit his authority when he died while Levana felt the need to remember some of those college romances she had. While Philomena's virginity had never been seized by passion, Levana had willingly sacrificed hers when she was deflowered by another woman many years ago. Such stories, however, were never really told.

Eventually, the Aresian vessel found its way to the intended destination and the captain with his crew all said their good wishes to Philomena and her friends for the upcoming festival before they went along to secure the ship at the port. Philomena and her friends eventually got to the Plaza Center and went into the building to find themselves looking for the ballroom they expected to see.

OOC: Just thought I'd get my post in before I forget. :p

The BGS25 Schooner IX took off from the single runway in Cramon, the capital of Basgonia. Its 12 outdated F-15 escort fighters rumbled along in a rough square around the Schooner.

Emperor Freaton reclined on his plush couch in the cabin of the aircraft. His 10 Imperial Guardsmen sat down on benches on the sides of the cabin, fingering their weapons and checking their parachute packs. The Emperor himself gazed worryingly at his own sidearm, wondering if it would fail him. The automatic pistol was a brand new untested model.


"Troops on static line!" sounded the intercom speaker. The Guard stood up and hooked up to the line. The Emperor place himself in the middle of his guards, hooking himself up.

"Ready, JUMP!" The men jumped, clutching their rifles to their chest. The emperor descended with his robes flailing as he looked down at the crowded plaza of Kingarmy...

OOC: Whoah! You gonna invade me? lol

Kingarmy was just about to leave back to the imperial palace, after all, if no one was here after one day, they were obviously never comming. But, without the slightest warning, his llama reared up and butted him off his furry arse.

Kingarmy was astonished as the royal llamas were known as the best in the world, who infact got thier names fighting off tanks during the revoluton against plutocracy.

"WTF"

But before he got a chance to tell his aides about executing the llama, he saw 10 soldiers parachuting down a plane. This was quite unexpected, and made Kingarmy suspect that the internationnal community was plotting to remove him. However, as they got closer, he saw a satin robed Emperor waving hands at him. Kingarmy got out his revolver but refrained from shooting.

As if anything more could happen, he almost got up, only to get kicked in the face by his llama (who being, intelligent ran for his 80 000$ life) and to see several men and women with suits and robes and (so on, so on, so on.) This being his first attempt at personal diplomacy,
"Uhh.. Hi?"

is all he managed to say

OOC: Uhm.... I don't think I'll post... I'll keep watching though.

OOC: Haha, no reception for me?

OOC: I can't think of anything yet, but can you introduce yourself so I can think of an rp?

OOC: Haha, alright.

IC:
Throwing the doors open the Imperial Guardsmen marched in, perfect unison in their steps, shoulders identically cradling weapons. Coming in slightly the two lines bent and parted, marching around in a circle that begn to encompass the entire table where delegates were taking their seats. Finally reaching around and sealing the delegates within the Imperial Guarsdmen snapped to stillness for a few seconds before twirling their weapons around in a blur of speed before dropping the butts of them next to their feet and throwing one hand up in a salute. The four nearest the door backstepped away, swining open as if they themselves were doors, and Gracchus Milinovich stepped in.

"Hello gentlemen. How is everyone today?"

With that a flurry of movement occured as the men once more shouldered their weapons and stepped backwards towards the wall, easing backs to a pause right before resting on the wall. The four guards nearest Milinovich stepped forwards, flanking him and his wife.

OOC: Just want to get in

OOC: whoops! I should have been more clear that it was being held outside, but I'll go with it anyway.

And like as if a llama was yodeling, Kingarmy heard screamming and panic from Kingarmy's (capital) new IMF buliding. He ordered everyone to deploy into the building; but then remembered that the diplomats were not soldiers. Nonetheless the Quick Response Force of Kingarmy flashbanged the building anyway.

OOC: No welcome for me, either? I'm looking for your leader... and what about the IMF building?

OOC: 3 invites done, 34 more to go

The fesival was supposed to happen outside, but BE accidently went to a building, so I rped him going in the wrong place; which ended up me accidently flashbanging him and now waiting for retaliation.

Btw can you barge in as well, I'm not doing so well...

OOC: lol gotchya... and I just landed in the Plaza with four helicopters, so hard to miss me. I'm standing there tryin to find me, so if you'd like, "spot" my guy and walk over and greet him. :)

"And next time, don't tell the invitees to bring thier whole godamn military!!!"

Kingarmy's aide immediately scurried off to a remote uncharted place; it is said that the last person to get on Kingarmy's nerves was fed to the llamas.

Kingarmy turned around to tell the incomming QRF troops to head to the IMF, only to find the imposing and daughting 'President Tanner Kilo', or at least said so on the guest card on his suit.

"Umm.. So how do you do?"

"Hi there, doing fine. I'm sorry, but Tanner was unable to make it, and apparently they forgot to make me a guest card. I'm Joseph Hindmen, one of Tanner's top foreign aides. Nice to meet you, Mr... Kingman? I'm sorry, I was not informed your official name." he said, sticking his hand out to shake.

OOC: I want to see what Borman and Bulgaslavia post before going on, just so that you know.

"Your Mr. Hindmen!?!?! how imposing and daunting is the president himself?!?!?!"

OOC: no prob, I'm goin to bed anyway, and BE isn't on so prob gonna have to wait til tomorrow for his reply I'm assuming...
IC:
Joseph grinned, "Yes, I'm Mr. Hindmen. But please feel free to call me Joseph. Tanner can be an imposing figure you could say, given that he has been war-hardened. But I wouldn't worry to much since he has no problem with you."

OOC: So...you want my forces to reply? Cause we're Borman Empire, we practice with live ammunition.

OOC: dunno, maybe you could some kinda counter flash it, and maybe kill half

OOC: nevermind, guess Borman IS online. Hmm...

OOC: Waitin for your reply, then i g2g sleep

The convoy was impressive. 250 vehicles, 5 abreast were trailing the President's vehicle. They were going through the Corosian countryside and crossed the border into Kingarmy by simply explaining and handing the invitation telelgram. The convoy was slow and it would be very expensive once they stopped to re-fuel. Luckily, the distance between the destination and the airport was small enough that they didn't need to bother. The car drove in to the Plaza Square.

The President got out of the car, swiftly followed by his bodyguards and aide and headed strait for the pair of men conversing, "I am President Aposon from Uiri, I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

OOC: Anyone can talk to my guests. Levana handles diplomacy for future reference.

Guardsmen leapt atop Milinovich and his wife as the blasts went off, covering them with their bodies. The men nearest the door, blinded by the flash bangs, immediately whipped their guns out and sent several bursts into the door, from whence the flash bangs had come. As they did this they fell to their knees, making themselves as small as possible. Shouldering their weapons they halted fire, ready to kill any who might touch them.

Those still with sight, however, were not crouching down on the ground. Hunching over the Guardsmen aimed their weapons forward, falling into ordered attack squadrons. Flanking in on the doors they let aimed bursts fly at the, as of then, unidentified Kingarmy soldiers. Releasing a heavy barrage of gunfire the men advanced, staying low and strategically flanking out, taking shelter as they continued to unload gunfire on Kingarmy’s men.

Those covering Milinovich carried him back towards the back of the room, where they could best fortify. Then, they called the ships.

“Milinovich under attack, repeat, Milinovich under attack! Unidentified casualties so far!”

And with that rows upon rows of Raptors (Solider unit) charged out of the BMS Screw Diplomacy, guns trained and at the ready as they made their way towards the hall, ready to pincer the enemy combatants and cut them all to shreds.

OOC: Just wanted to get something in before class

"Ahh.. Mr. Aposon, Kingarmy is currently at the QRF Base of Operations, and will be back shortly"

The midget attendant asked Aposon to follow, or rather lead, as his stubby legs usually got him trampled. After approximately 72 copper pennies worth of time(time is measured in money here) Midge, or so as he was called stopped at a herd of llamas.

"Here get on one, we will start touring now"

Midge took the llamas tether off and threw it onto the floor. He then pulled.. oh Wait, there's a call.

Nationnal Kingarmy Anthem ringing

Midge reached his shirt pocket (his arms were to short to reach his legs) and pulled out a Kphone.

"WTF is it?!?!"

"MIDGE, NOT IN FRONT OF THE DIPLOMATS!!!!, Philomena and Francis of Aresium and Zoingo respectively will arrive shortly. Do not start the convoy"

OOC: sorry for the lame introductions n sorry for forgetting you, I'm pretty busy now. BE can you rp the battle for me?

OOC: Where are Hindmen and Kingarmy talking? I was assuming they were at the plaza - thing, as ViZion indicated.

OOC: sorry once again, i should have writen that he came with me.

and can everyone delete they're ooc messages. If you have an ooc to say say it then delete it

OOC: I still don't understand. It appears that Kingarmy (leader) and Mr. Hindmen are talking in the plaza. My convoy went through to the plaza. When did Kingarmy go to the QRF Base of Operations or whatever? Or if he did, then how did he get to taling to Hindmen. I am thoroughly confused so if you could clarify what happened starting at when you 'greeted' BE.

Ok guys, since this is messed up, I'll make a new thread and assume everyone is already at the meeting, this is my first actual rp and I don't want everyone confused.

Oh...ok. Where's the new thread?

Didn't make it, waitin to finish my current rp.

OOC: Ok, let us know when you do

OOC: Sorry, been busy with stuff lately. Anyway, tip for you Kingman... you should have 2 threads... one OOC and one IC, so this doesn't happen. ;)