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Sunken City Times
The Dictatorship Of The Dragon Of Razgriz
November 13, 2009

Monster Found In Lake Hrimfaxi?

Late last night, locals say they saw what they believe to be a long extinct sea dragon. They claim that its back was visible from 10:04 pm to 10:47 pm sitting stationary in the middle of Lake Hrimfaxi. Its proximity to the Ballistic Mountains raises some concerns; as well as its proximity to the capital, Sunken City. Historians claim this is a peaceful creature; however, the military was quick to hush things up. The question of what it is locals saw is still up in the air. The government has yet to give a statement on the matter; our journalists were quickly rushed out of the Ivory Tower, the government building and home of Dictator Danielle Aeolus. The only statement we received was from Navy Officer and Carrier Captain, Nicholas Anderson. He said that “We have the situation under control. This is probably just a misunderstanding on the locals’ part.” Several journalists from other countries in the region have also come to cover the story…

OOC: Okay, this is a newspaper article from my capital city. Your job is to role play a journalist from your own nation and try to figure out what is going on while I play the role of: Razgrizian locals, journalists, military, and government.

Mira Ansic was excited. Very excited. If she dug up the truth on this "monster," she could get the name recognition she needed to make her more trusted (and so, get more work) as a free-lance journalist. So, she found herself making the long, gruelling flight to Razgriz, laptop, pen and paper (no good artist or journalist is ever without it), and her hiking boots in tow, anxious to finally find out once and for all...

Was Razgriz the quintessential spot on maps marked "Here there be monsters"?

OOC: This was meant for my region only, but as we are small and you seem excited, I'll let you join in! ;)

IC: Danielle Aeolus sat in her office in the Ivory Tower. She couldn't believe this story had made it out of the region. A journalist named Mira Ansic was on her way. A "monster" in the lake was causing a lot of chaos.

"Captain Hamilton! I thought I told you to cover this up!"

"I tried, Your Dictator-ness! I told Anderson to deal with the media but..."

"I didn't tell Anderson to do it, I told you to! Now get on it! Remember, this is your LAST chance!"

"Yes, Your Dictator-ness!" He saluted and left the room as fast as he could. He had never seen her so mad.

Meanwhile, journalist Albert Genette was sitting beside Lake Hrimfaxi. He couldn't fathom what all the excitement was about. So he stopped trying and went to go to the market to stock up on party supplies when he ran into someone...

OOC: I'm really sorry. Didn't see the "closed", as I was half asleep at the time. If you'd rather keep this to your region-mates, I'm perfectly willing to delete my posts.
If not, what's the terrain of your country like? What came to mind to me was like Loch Ness in Scotland (of course), but if its different, please tell me.

IC:

Mira strolled through along the trail towards the lake. She had heard offers for a bus in the capital, but she had decided to take one only as far as where trails started. She loved hiking, and always had, and had even been in the Fanboyist branches of the Girl Scout organization. She knew she could probably find lodging in the small hamlet close to the lake, or if she couldn't she knew enough about the outdoors that she could make herself a shelter. Livable, if not necessarily comfortable. She had brought a sleepingbag, after all.

She straightened the straps on her backpack that held her gear. This hill in the tundra, overlooking a small creek that ran adjacent to the trail (though how it remained unfrozen was beyond her), seemed like a good place to stop for lunch. She sat down on a rock, and pulled out a small bag of cashews and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She had time. Time to sit and just take nature in.

She brushed some of her dark brown hair out of her eyes. A bird chirped near by, and she sighed. This was why she loved traveling. Finding places as serene as this.

OOC: Actually, my nation is arctic ice. We're located north of Europe. I should have mentioned that earlier, my bad.

Albert Vonshish a local special ops jurnalist from the most highly respected company of dragons times from the rogue nation of drgaons curse had just finished eatting his "human sandwitch", while he was watieing for the last guard to leave the room that he knew contained the specific deatils about this "monster in Lake Hrimfaxi". That Dictator Danielle has been trying so hard to hid from the other nations in the region. Even though he him self didnt belive in this so called monster he knew that if he was the first journalist to get to the bottom of this mystery that he will become the most famouse and envyed journalist of the nation of dragons curse.
Finally as the last guard left the room locking the door behind him.Albert slowly and quite expertly slide down from the ventalation duct that ran over this room, landing perfectly in the middle of the room with out makeing a sound. He already knew that he had already passed all the easy obsticals in his way for fame by releaseing a virus that will contain all the cameras in this super secrative building and all the rest of the alarm systems down and procupide for a while. Now the only hard thing left for him to do is to find this file that he has gone through all this trouble to find just to release his story out to the mass public. Albert found the file with a few dificultys and quickly made copies of all the papers and documents that were on it and quickly replaced everything back were they origionally were. After makeing a last sweep of the room Albert jump back into the ventalation ducts and started to crawl out with the copyies hiden safely away in his bag.

After reading the copies that he had stolen from the secret goverment building from the Dictatorship of The Dragon Of Razgriz. he had decided that he will need more information to finish his complete story and for that he decided he will need to go to Lake Hrimfaxi, but yet he wouldnt allow him self to continue on with his resaerch on this story with out makeing fun of the security of the Dictatorship of The Dragon Of Razgriz.
And so being the journalist he is he wrote an aritcle in the dragons times under a flase name and erased anything that might lead back to him. The Dragons times newspaper he knew would only be released in the Rogue Nation of Dragons curse but he also knew that the Dicator Danielle will find out sooner or later neather of which he cared as he toke another bit of his human pizza.

"soon" ..he thought "soon ill be the best journalist in all the land"...he thought to himself as he looked down at the picture of the Monster in lake hrimfaxi with all the rest of the copies that he toke from the file which was named file X...

OOC: Razgriz, I'm not familiar with Razgrizian customs and the like, and I was going to have Mira arrive at the villiage soon.

IC:
It was late afternoon, and already, the cloudless sky was allowing most of the heat to escape, and the only reason, Mira knew, that she wasn't shivering her pretty little butt off was that she was walking at a relatively quick pace with a 46 pound pack on her back. She looked at smoke lazily wavering from the tops of some of the chimneys, and renewed her desire to arrive as soon as possible. She knew enough about wilderness survival that she would probably be able to survive the night, but she didn't want to take any chances.

She checked again to make sure there weren't any zippers on her light blue parka that were unzipped (and so might have been letting heat escape) and she trudged along over the permafrost. A tundrid wind creeped through the icy dusk, attacking any exposed skin like a thousand electric darts. She picked up the pace a little more. The villiage wasn't more than two miles away. If she moved quickly enough, she might get there before the sun finally set fully, and even if she didn't, the movement would keep her warm enough 'till she arrived.

OOC: You should be arriving in time for this:

IC:
Sunken City Times
The Dictatorship Of The Dragon Of Razgriz
November 14, 2009

Hrimfaxi Day Celebrations Normal Despite Monster

Despite rumors of a sea dragon in Lake Hrimfaxi, Hrimfaxi Day celebrations continue as normal. As is tradition, November 14 is a national holiday to celebrate the Wardog Squadron’s defeat of the Hrimfaxi. Every year the Razgrizian military, namely the Navy and Air Force, stage a reconstruction of the epic battle between Wardog and the Hrimfaxi. This year was no different, despite rumors of a monster beneath the surface. We got a quote from military reporter Albert Genette, who was, at the time, setting of party poppers, “I don’t see why a monster would scare them into not doing the reconstruction. I mean, if there is a monster, when the sub dives, it would be able to see it right?” We also got a quote from Allen Hamilton whom works closely beside Her Dictator-ness, “Dang media! Get out of the way will you? I am on the brink of losing my job, no thanks to you! There is no such thing as monsters! We are investigating the strange object in the lake! Now leave us alone!” We have been unable to speak to any other military officials due to Hamilton.
We hope you enjoy Hrimfaxi Day!

---

Danielle Aeolus put that day's newspaper down. She laughed. At least Hamilton was getting the idea and Genette was enjoying the festivities that she so painstakingly set up. She wanted to be happy, but something inside her wasn't right. Her gut was curling around itself.

Anderson burst into the office. "Your Dictator-ness. I was on my way to tell you that everything went smoothly with the reconstruction, when I passed the file room. All the guards left! I went to the security room and all the cameras were off!"

"What?!?" she was stunned, "You and Perrault get on this! I want to know what is going on!"

"Yes, Your Dictator-ness!" he ran out of the room.

Danielle pressed a button on her phone, "I want Genette on the phone now."

"What is it, Your Dictator-ness?"

"Genette, I want you to find Mira Ansic now. Ask her if she knows anything about the hall of records."

"The file room!"

"Yes, now go."

"I'm on it!"

---

Genette ran out of the Ivory Tower and into the streets of the capital city. How was he to find this journalist? He didn't even know if she was in the capital, Sunken City. He started walking down the trail to Lake Hrimfaxi. If she was anywhere, she was at Lake Hrimfaxi. He buttoned his jacket and started into a run. It was getting late, and if he failed to find Mira before dawn, there would be even more trouble in the Ivory Tower...

Mira walked up to a door with a sign that said fairly clearly "Inn, Rooms Available," and knocked solidly, but not too hard, and stood with composure on the doorstep. She hadn't been moving as fast as she had been earlier, and the arctic cold was starting to creep up on her, regardless of the four layers of coats and shirts, sweatpants and thermals she was wearing. She hoped they would answer soon.

The Inn keeper opened the door and saw a women with what appeared to be camping gear.

"You don't look like you're from around here. Here come in, its getting cold."

---

Genette ran down the trail and finally reached the lake. The sun was starting to set behind the Ballistic Mountains on the other end of the lake. He had no idea where Mira was. The only other city except for Sunken City near the lake was Mountainpeak, but that town was nessled atop the mountains. There was however a small village at the bottom of the mountains near the lake that sent supplies to Mountainpeak. He would search there next; the Hrimfaxi Village was the only other place...

Albert being the only person stay at the Inn or so he though. Had heard the old Inn keeper that was a nice man talking to someone who sounded like a women.
ALbert went out to see if there was anything that he might help the inn keeper with since he couldnt lift heavy objects and indead found that there was a women who was talking to the inn keeper and who looked like a hicker from all her gear.

She unbuckled the pack and gently set it down in a corner.

"Thank you. No, I'm not from around here. I'm from the Fanboyist Federation, fairly far from here. I'm here to see what I can dig up on the monster that recently was spotted in the lake, but the more pressing issue seems to be," she straightened a little as she relaxed, the considerable weight finally off her back. She unzipped her parka so that she would not freeze in her own sweat if she had to go back outside, as well as her underjacket, and pulled her hood down. "Do you have a place I can stay for the night? Or if not, are there others nearby who might have room?"

before the inn keeper had a chance to talk i told the mysterious women "yes theres planty of rooms in this inn were u can stay for the night. And im srry for not introducing my self im John fredrick and im also here to see what i can dig up on the monster that was spotted in the lake."
All the while i thought to might self that she might come in handy in helping me find more information for my story but yet i better not tell her my real name in case she reconizes me from any of my other newspaper stories.

"Oh, yes we have plenty of rooms. We don't get a lot of people in November. Not a lot of tourist in winter; too cold. Make your self at home. You can take the bedroom upstairs first on the right. There is another journalist here as well, Dragon's Curse; in the region. You should talk to him. He is in the bedroom first on the left. Can I offer you anything to drink or eat?" The inn keeper closed the door and tended to the fire in the large sitting room.

OOC: Oh sure Luis, post before I can!

umm u should follow who ever posted theres first.

OOC: Luis, if you are going to say something that doesn't have to do with the story put OOC in front of it. And don't clutter with OOC posts.

Back to the story...

Mira was taken aback by the man descending the stairs, who seemed to have come out of thin air.
She paused and waited for them both to finish speaking.

"Excellent. I'm really tired, as I'm sure you know, its a long walk. Which room should I stay in? I'd like to get some of these layers off." She nodded at the idea of a hot meal.

"Absolutely. Thank you very much. I havn't eaten anything since around noon, and that was just a sandwich and some cashews." She scratched her head at the man's knowledge.

"How did you know that I was here because of the monster...?"

"Don't mind him. Like I said, first room upstairs on the right. Dinner is just about done, why don't the two of you follow me into the kitchen? You can talk while I plate it up."

The inn keeper walked down the hallway to the kitchen which smelled heavily of chicken.

"Excuse me for a moment," and with that, Mira hoisted the pack back onto her back, and hauled her stuff up to the room. After depositing it, she pulled off her coat, jacket, and sweatshirt, as well as her ski-pants, sweatpants, and thermals, and changed into more comfortable jeans and a t-shirt.

Of course, she had to maintain something she wanted to keep hidden: the small .28 caliber last-ditch pistol she had, which she tucked into the pocket of her fleece (which she redonned, as it was a tad chilly even inside). No one would notice it, and she felt guilty, for even having it, but she knew from cold experience, and what her old friend Andrew had always taught her "You never know what might happen," so she kept it as concealed as possible. She trusted these people, but who knew about everyone else?

She hopped back downstairs and entered the room where "John" and the innkeeper were conversing as the chicken cooked. She rejoined them.

"Sorry about that. Didn't want to stink up the room or anything with my sweating. I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. I'm Mira," she said cheerfully, extending a hand to the innkeeper, then John, to shake hands.

"Pleased to meet you, Mira. My name is Frank."

He finished cooking the chicken and plated the meal which he placed before his guests.

"What do you all think of this so called 'monster'? I have a pretty good view of the lake and I didn't see anything. Its those wierdos across the lake at Sunken City if you ask me."

---

Genette finally reached the other end of the lake and entered Hrimfaxi Village. He walked to the Inn that sits on the trail from the lake. If Mira was smart, she would probably be there...

"Nice to meet you Frank. The monster? To be honest, I don't know what I think. I was brought up in a relatively poor, but close-knit area, so my grandparents would tell me stories about things like this. It always interested me, but a bunch of expeditions that to me effectively disproved the existence of bigfoot pretty much put me off of things like that all through college. Then, after I graduated three years ago, I started doing journalism, and I started finding more stories about sightings like this. Nessie was another one I became interested in. I think there is at least something in there that people havn't noticed before. I'd have to say I think the monster could be real. You didn't see it? Were there any pictures taken? I didn't see any in the press release that reached the Federation."

"No nothing; not on our side of the pond anyway. I'm sure there's something in the Ivory Tower. Never fails a tourist here for Hrimfaxi Day will take a picture. However, with the way the government has been hushing things up, I wouldn't be surprised if there is a picture or two. Its so strange, we've had monster tales like this before, I don't know why the government is reacting like this."

There was a knock on the door. Frank got up and walked to the door. When he returned there was a man in his 20's or so following behind him.

"Everyone, this is Albert Genette. He is a Razgrizian Military Reporter. Albert, this is Mira Ansic from the Fanboyist Federation and John, was it, from Dragon's Curse."

"Pleased to meet you Mira." Genette shook her hand, "And John, I have not heard of you, and I know most of the journalists form the Ragriz Straits. Anyway, I was hoping I would find you. May I join you all Frank?"

"Of course Albert. Hungry?"

"No, I ate at the Ivory Tower." He sat down across from Mira, "How has it been going on this side of the pond?"

Mira eyed him with some suspicion. Coming from a dictatorship, particularly one with a very enthusiastic fascist "secret" (not even the government pretended it was a secret) police force, she was instinctively distrustful of government agents making housecalls in the middle of the night. She tensed, but she tried not to show it, though she was pretty sure she had failed in that respect. She was, after all, even by her own admission, bad at concealing her feelings.

"So, Mr. Genette, can I help you in anyway? I'm fairly sure there weren't any mistakes in the paperwork I filled out, or on my passport, though I sincerely doubt someone as important as yourself would be sent for something as trivial as that." The clear thinking that she maintained even when she was having to internally wrestle with her rising fear was what set her apart from a good number of her peers that were more liable to let their emotions control them. She didn't have emotions any less than anyone else. She just didn't allow them to mess with her thinking. "I'm going to guess this is something rather important."

Frank laughed, "Probably not. Albert stops by all the time!"

Genette cleared his throat, "I am sure all your paperwork is fine. Her Dictator-ness Danielle Aeolus would have sent an officer for that. I'm here to ask you about something on her behalf. Have you been to the capital yet?"

Mira shook her head, surprised at the friendly demeanor. "Sorry if I was rude. Where I'm from, when government agents knock on your door in the middle of the night, it usually is not a good sign. No, I hadn't really visited the capital. I mean, I was there just long enough to get directions here, and to take a taxi to the beginning of the trail, but that was it. Why?"

"Ahh, yeah our dictatorship isn't like that. Her Dictator-ness is actually pretty nice. She used to hate being called Her Dictator-ness but most of her Generals did anyway, and it just spread; now everyone calls her that, so she's forced to put up with it." He laughed, "Anyway, I'm just a reporter, just because I work for the military doesn't mean I have any power. Back to the subject, you haven't been to Sunken City yet. Hmmm." Genette rubbed his chin, "Have either of you journalists heard of The Hall Of Records?"

"Albert, what's going on? The Hall Of Records? Most civilians don't even know of it."

"Danielle wanted me to ask her Frank. I have no idea whats going on."

She relaxed visably. "Like I said, I was in Sunken City briefly, but only to figure out how to get here, where all the sightings had been."

"Well, based on what Frank just said, most people in your country don't know about the Hall of Records, and I'm not from here (obviously), so no, I actually didn't know about it. Why? Is there a lead there?" she asked, her excitement growing by the second. They might even have pictures! If she were younger and lacked her composure, she would be jumping up and down with excitement now. I might get the chance to access a government's archives! That's a chance most journalists would kill for!

"If I have any idea where this might be going, might we get a chance to visit the Hall of Records?"

"Actually, yes. Danielle wanted to meet with you tomorrow. Not today, obviously because of the celebrations she's been coordinating. She might let you into the Hall Of Records, or informally, the file room, if you make a good impression. I'm pretty sure there are pictures and other documents about it, although I don't suspect they'll be very helpful."

"Oh, yes! With all this commotion, I almost forgot about the reconstruction! Speaking of, say Albert, do you know why Anderson didn't supply the sub here in Hrimfaxi Village this year?"

"He didn't?!?"

"I didn't see it."

Genette stared at Frank wide-eyed and mouth open.

OOC: Just to clarify, anything in italics is her thoughts, generally, unless its for emphasis.

IC:
Mira grinned. A chance to meet a foreign leader! She thought she might pee herself from sheer excitement. And on my first major story!

"Are we going to walk back tomorrow, or are we going to be riding something. I only ask because if we're walking, I'll need to wear something a bit more practical, rather than, you know, formal." She paused and shook her head. "Ah, but I digress. If its not too much to ask, why is the government trying to cover this story up? If it isn't, it certainly seems that way."

"Have you looked at those records and pictures? Anything might provide useful insight." As the conversation took another turn, Mira became very confused. "What sub? Huh?"

OOC: Yeah, I figured.

IC:
"For your first question, we will be taking my boat across the lake. For your second, I'm not sure why the government's coving it up. Maybe, because it would draw attention away from the celebrations. For your third, I have not seen these records; I'm not covering this story, mainly because its being covered up. As for the sub. Every year on November 14, we have Hrimfaxi Day. In our legends there was a fighter squadron named Wardog that destroyed an enemy sub, the Hrimfaxi, in that lake on November 14. So, every year the military, namely Navy and Air Force, stage a 'reconstruction' of the battle in the lake. Usually, our Naval Captain, Nicholas Anderson, stations the sub here in Hrimfaxi Village to be supplied the night before, or a few nights before. Apparently, they supplied it elsewhere this year."

OOC: Sorry, I just saw that things I had her thinking being addressed, so...misunderstandings happen. I'll be back on in an hour or two after this post. I have dinner.

IC:
"Alright. That clears a lot up. What are the celebrations about? The fight between Wardog and the sub?"
"Did something happen to Captain Anderson? Or is he fine and just didn't supply the sub for other reasons?" Hmm. The plot thickens. All the more to cover and discover.

"The celebrations are about Wardog's defeat of the Hrimfaxi, even though the odds were against them. As for Anderson, I saw him this morning, as is our little tradition to meet up before the reconstruction of the battle. I'm not sure why he didn't supply it here this year. You will probably see him tomorrow, you can ask him then."

"So weird, Albert. I want to know why he didn't supply it here!"

"Hold your horses Frank! Sheesh."

"Sorry Albert, but it's tradition to station it here."

"I know. You know what! I'll call Danielle! Please excuse me."

Genette got up and left the kitchen. When he was in the sitting room, he pulled out his phone and called Danielle.

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Danielle finished up her report and sat back. She was finally done with today's work. Now she could go back to worring about the Hall Of Records. She was about to pick up the phone when it rang; it was Genette.

"Hello? What is it Genette?"

"Hello Your Dictator-ness. Mira says she was only in the capital briefly and doesn't know of the Hall Of Records. There is another journalist here though, from Dragon's Curse. He says his name is John, but he looks a lot like Albert Vonshish. He hasn't really talked much."

"Hmmm, where is he?"

"Frank's Inn in Hrimfaxi Village."

"Alright, I'll send Perrault over to investigate. Anything else?"

"Yeah, Frank says that Anderson didn't resupply the sub at Hrimfaxi Village this year. You know anything?"

"I was not aware of this. I'll ask him and get back to you later tonight."

"Good, I can tell Frank over breakfast. He's pretty upset about it."

"I can imagine. Talk to you later Genette."

"Later Your Dictator-ness."

"I really wish that you would stop calling me that."

All she heard was a giggle and then Genette hung up. She quickly dialed Anderson.

"What is it, Your Dictator-ness?"

"Did you supply the sub at Hrimfaxi Village this year?"

"No I supplied it at..."

All of a sudden the line cut out. Danielle put the phone down and ran out of her office...

Mira checked the time. It was 10:09 at home, and she was suffering some serious jet-lag, even though it was only three hours earlier here. Also, the hike in had exhausted her (carrying 40-some pounds several miles will do that). She could feel her eyelids starting to get heavy. Oh so heavy. She stood up abruptly.

"I'm sorry, Frank, but I'm really tired, so I was probably going to turn in in another hour. Umm...where's the bathroom?" Once told, she quickly took a short break to answer nature's call and returned. "Thank you. So...are there local legends that speak of this sort of lake-monster? Or is this appearance a relatively modern phenomena?"

"No, I don't think there are legends. Have you heard any Albert?"

Genette had just walked back into the room.

"No. I haven't seen any in the Hall Of Records."

"I didn't think so. A few years ago, in March I believe, a local claimed to have seen a monster in the lake and ever since someone always claims to see one sometime in March. The sighting in November is a more recent event though. What did Danielle say?"

"Well Frank, she wasn't aware of it either. She was going to call up Anderson and get back to me later."

"Hmm. That's interesting. So, no pictures that anyone has put foward as "proof" that such a monster exists, even ones disproven as hoaxes? It seems strange that if this has caused enough of a stir to cause any type of cover-up, that someone would have tried claiming its real, or using it as an opportunity to play a prank. Although...I wonder..." she rubbed her chin, a few of her bangs getting in her eyes.
"I don't know if you would have found out if this were true or if it wasn't, but might there be a government project, say, an experimental submarine, going on in the lake?"

She smiled with amusement as a thought entered her head.
"Any traditions worth talking about? I've heard some interesting ones in various places. There was one place where I went where it was considered impolite to knock on a door with your left hand, because it showed you didn't care enough to use your "good hand." Anything along those lines?"

Genette laughed, "Oh there are lots of pictures, but a two-year-old could tell they're fake. I'm pretty sure someone was playing a prank; however, the government might use the idea as a cover up. I don't think they have anything going on in the lake, though. Most of their testing is done at Solg Island Navy Base. Arkbird District Navy Base is on the other end of the nation; on the other side of the Ballistic Mountains. Capital District Navy Base is closer to the lake but they are not that far from Solg Island either. The military does all of its intense training and testing in the smaller uninhabited islands. Why they would bring something so close to the capital is beyond me."

Frank cleared his throat, "As for traditions that would have to do with the lake, I got nothing."

Mira was utterly stumped for possibilities. "Hmm...are drugs a problem here? If they are, it could have been narco subs. Those aren't unheard of. But then, if it were, sightings would probably be much more regular. Besides, you never know, it could be testing for stealth, to see if anyone would notice. Projects like that aren't unheard of. In the 50's and 60's, our government conducted tests on disk-shaped planes, which ultimately were unsuccessful, but are undoubtedly the cause for a spike in UFO sightings around that time."

"Who knows? Maybe we'll find a lead or two when we go to the capital tomorrow." She checked the time again. "If you'd excuse me, I think I'm going to turn-in for the night. G'nite guys." And with that, she stood up, and rubbing her eyes, walked up the stairs to her room, closing the door securely as she entered the room.

She quickly changed into her nightgown, set her alarm, laid out her wardrobe for the following day, and layed down. As exhausted as she was from the full day, sleep overcame her quickly.

OOC: Unless there was something you wanted to occur over the night, do you think we should skip to the next day?

OOC: Yeah, lets be done for that tonight.

OOC: Wait, done for tonight? Or done with that night?

OOC: done with that night

OOC: Alright then.

IC:

Mira woke up early the next morning, the alarm blaring in her ear. It was about 5:30, so that she would have time to get ready, but since she had gone to bed at about 9:30, she had gotten a full eight hours. It wouldn't do to meet Her Dictator-ness looking like a zombie.

She quickly climbed out of bed, pulling off her nightie as she went. She started putting on the much more professional-looking skirt-suit she had brought (just in-case) and put on her make-up before going downstairs for breakfast.

She climbed down the stairs as fast as her still-rather-stiff legs would allow. A 12 mile hike with 48 pounds on your back isn't kind to your legs (OOC: speaking from experience). After nearly tripping on her heels (damn women's fashion! she thought bitterly), she stumbled into the kitchen.

"Frank? You awake? What's for breakfast? Albert? You ready?"

"Yah, I'm awake." Frank called from a pan of scrambled eggs, "Albert is out front having a nervous breakdown."

"Huh?" Mira asked, still fuzzy-brained. She decided to stumble outside, to see what was wrong.

"Albert? Are you alright? Frank said something was wrong."

"Hmmm? Oh, Mira. I haven't gotten a call back from Danielle and she wont answer her phone. No one has seen her since last night." Genette was pacing back and forth, "The second you're ready we're leaving."

"Well, I still need to eat breakfast, but I can do that real quick. Like, now." She was about to go, when she turned around.

"Look, do you think this might be dangerous? Like something might have happened to her? If so, I did bring a pistol, which I would feel more comfortable taking if that were the case. You can keep hold of it, if you want. But since I travel in places that are sometimes dangerous, I always take it with me traveling. Should I bring it now?"

After she got Albert's answer, she ran back inside, ate quickly, got what she needed, and ran back out. She was a bit more steady on her feet now.

"You got your pistol? I've got mine. I have no idea what's going on, but we're going to find out."

Genette got in the boat and prepared it for the trip across the lake.

OOC: RP them reaching the city? Or was something going to happen during the boat ride?

IC:
Mira checked the battery on her phone and laptop. At the very least, any information she found would find its way back to the Federation. She was now somewhat regarding her choice of dress differently, given that she might be headed towards danger.

She pretended she wasn't nervous.
"How long has your nation existed?" she asked, trying to break a silence almost as icy as the water around them.

OOC: I wasn't thinking anything for the boat ride.

IC:
"A few hundred years. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. Ours has only been around...well, in its current form, at least, for only about 120. Three years from now will be our 120th national birthday, so to speak."

The boat finally pulled up to a dock, and they disembarked.

"Well, shall we find a world leader? And, in my case, meet her?"

"Yeah, lets head toward the Ivory Tower."

They walked for about 5 minutes and there it was. The tall pearl white tower that glistened in the snow. They walked into the entry.

"Anything at all, Beth?"

"I'm afraid not. No one even saw her leave."

"That means she's still here..."

"...Hall Of Records!"

The exchange between Genette and the woman watching the enterance (her name was Beth, from what she could tell) left Mira confused.

As Genette hurried towards the Hall of Records (whatever enterance, elevator, stairs, etc it was) Mira, walking alongside him asked.

"What was all that about? You think Ms. Aeolus is in the Hall of Records? Should I be worried?" Who knew I'd be getting into all this when I decided to come and do a story on a monster sighting?

"I think she might. No one saw her leave and she was so, upset, about the Hall Of Records."

They got out of the elevator and Genette quickly walked down a narrow, dark hallway with many doors on both sides.

"No guards! No wonder she was so upset!"

He stopped in front of one of the doors and knocked. No answer.

"Ready?"

OOC: This is my last post for the night. G'nite.

IC:

Mira looked at the door nervously. She pulled out her pistol, holding it with the practiced ease of someone who was well-aware of how to use it. She left the catch on, and her finger of the trigger, leaving it resting easily in her jacket-inside-pocket, in easy reach, but still well concealed. She corrected her balance (heels again being a problem, Damn women's fashion! she cursed mentally), and straightened herself out, ready for anything: either would might be beyond could be dangerous, or an innocuous meeting with the Razgriz head of state. Regardless, Mira Ansic would be ready.

"When you are."

Genette cracked the door open and peaked in. He couldn't see anything. He walked in and looked down the rows of giant filing cabinets; the Hall Of Records. He closed the door behind them and starting walking; their steps echoing through the large room. He ran past Mira and stopped halfway down the hall and looked around. He began to walk down the left corridor when he was grapped suddenly and pulled against a filling cabinet.

"Don't scream. Who is with you Genette?" A voice hissed in his ear.

"A foreign journalist."

"From?" The voice questioned.

"Not within the region, the ummm..."

"Never mind then."

At that point, he was released. He quickly turned around and looked at his would-be attacker. It was none other than her Dictator-ness.

"Why? God. Everything's okay Mira. Come up here." Genette shouded for the journalist. Her Dictator-ness giggled.

Mira quietly put the gun away. It would be awkward carrying that in. She straightened herself, trying to remove the few wrinkles in her shirt and skirt, and walked around the corner. With dignity, for heaven's sake! she told herself. After all, you're going to meet a leader.

She approached Genette and the Dictator, extending her hand.

"Hello, I'm Mira Ansic. Free-lance journalist, from the Fanboyist Federation. May I assume you are Ms. Aeolus, the leader of Razgriz? Mr. Genette was kind enough to come to the other side of the lake last night and tell me that you wanted to meet with me about something."

"Oh, yes. Welcome Miss Ansic! What a lovely outfit; I hope you can excuse my tee-shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots. We've had some weird things going on and if I 'm going to get kidnapped, I don't want to be wearing heels!" Danielle laughed.

"You don't wear heels anyway!"

"I do to! Just not very often, sheesh Genette!"

"Please, just call me Mira."
"Oh, thanks." She chuckled. "Though if I had known you were being practical, I would have been too. Nothing beats a good pair of jeans, a t-shirt and some well-worn hiking boots, if you ask me."

She giggled slightly at the exchange between Albert and Danielle.

"So, anyway, was there something that you had wanted to talk to me about? I was rather looking foward to finding out more about the mysterious 'monster' that was spotted recently."

IC:

Albert vonshish stummbles onto the shore of Lake Hrimfax, desspritly trying to crawl deeper into the forest. All the while hearing his perescuators comeing out from the lake and shooting at him before fainting from exahughtion and lack of blood..his last thought being.i need to get this information to Dicator Danielle.....come on Albert you can do it youve been in tougher situati...... the last thing albert feels is something pulling him back away from the shore and into the lake.

IC:

Albert vonshish stummbles onto the shore of Lake Hrimfax, desspritly trying to crawl deeper into the forest. All the while hearing his perescuators comeing out from the lake and shooting at him before fainting from exahughtion and lack of blood..his last thought being.i need to get this information to Dicator Danielle.....come on Albert you can do it youve been in tougher situati...... the last thing albert feels is something pulling him back away from the shore and into the lake.

Perrault reached the shore in time to see the journalist attacked by some military officers and pulled into the lake...

"Please, just call me Mira."
"Oh, thanks." She chuckled. "Though if I had known you were being practical, I would have been too. Nothing beats a good pair of jeans, a t-shirt and some well-worn hiking boots, if you ask me."

She giggled slightly at the exchange between Albert and Danielle.

"So, anyway, was there something that you had wanted to talk to me about? I was rather looking foward to finding out more about the mysterious 'monster' that was spotted recently."

"Well, I had wanted to welcome you to our nation and see if you had any questions. We don't get a lot of out-of-region tourism. Not that I like some of the people in our region." She chuckled, "So, what is it you want to know about the monster?"

She chuckled. "Oh, as much as possible. This could be big news back home. There's a lot of paranormal and supernatural enthusiasts there. I had heard there was some amount of covering-up going on, so if its not of a critical nature, I'd like to know what that's about, if its alright."

She looked around the hall of records. It was expansive, and, truthfully, a bit like the libraries back home. "I'd heard there were celebrations around this time. Parades and the like? I heard about the reenactment. And speaking of..." and she asked about Captain Anderson and the sub.

Wakes up to see a bright light hanging over head in what appers to be the only source of the dark room. As Albert trys to sit up he is surprised to see that his arms as well as his legs are tied to a metalic table. Albert trys to struggle free from his bonds but as he trys to get him self lose he notices dark shadows in the darkness walking around him while staying out of the light. Sits still and waches them carfully but is surpirsed to feel a sharp sting in the back of his neck.Albert loses all stength and falls back on his back as he starts to lose counciouse again he sees an empty shiny needle about him that someone is holding.

She chuckled. "Oh, as much as possible. This could be big news back home. There's a lot of paranormal and supernatural enthusiasts there. I had heard there was some amount of covering-up going on, so if its not of a critical nature, I'd like to know what that's about, if its alright."

She looked around the hall of records. It was expansive, and, truthfully, a bit like the libraries back home. "I'd heard there were celebrations around this time. Parades and the like? I heard about the reenactment. And speaking of..." and she asked about Captain Anderson and the sub.

"The cover-up? Well, I kind of figured if people thought there was a monster they wouldn't come to the celebrations. As for Anderson, he supplied the sub at Capital District Navy Base and brought it up the Razgriz River to the lake. Why, I'm still not sure of."

Wakes up to see a bright light hanging over head in what appers to be the only source of the dark room. As Albert trys to sit up he is surprised to see that his arms as well as his legs are tied to a metalic table. Albert trys to struggle free from his bonds but as he trys to get him self lose he notices dark shadows in the darkness walking around him while staying out of the light. Sits still and waches them carfully but is surpirsed to feel a sharp sting in the back of his neck.Albert loses all stength and falls back on his back as he starts to lose counciouse again he sees an empty shiny needle about him that someone is holding.

Perrault returned to capital and entered the Ivory Tower. He ran into the Hall Of Records.

"Your Dictator-ness! Someone took the Dragon's Curse journalist!"

Danielle turned toward him with a surprised face, "Who? When? Where? What is going on?"

"This morning at Lake Hrimfaxi. They shot him and dragged him into the lake."

"Who?" Both Danielle and Genette replied at the same time.

"I don't know for sure. They were wearing green military uniforms."

"But none of our branches have green uniforms..." Danielle toke a step forward.

"Exactly. I think it might have to do with the monster."

---

"Get on with it will you!"

"I'm trying. This outfit is so ichy!"

"With you just inject the stuff and get this over with!"

"Aren't you going to lose your job for this?"

"Not if the commander doesn't find out..."

"Do you believe in sea monsters?" Mira asked quickly. She was, in fact, writing this down. Quietly, of course, no need to be rude, but quickly all the same.

On hearing about the uniforms, Mira looked panicked. "I've never heard of anyone using green uniforms either. Should we go investigate. Oh, God, we shouldn't have left him..."

"Sea monsters? I don't see why they wouldn't exist. Green uniforms..." she sighed, "No one has green uniforms. Except for the army maybe, but an attack like this would be navy or air force. As I'm sure you've noticed, our Army wears white, Navy and Air Force grey, and Marines black. We don't have green, although there's nothing green on this land!"

"Well, except maybe the sea monster..."

Danielle laughed, "Good one Genette, but the monster's supposed to be black."

"Excuse me You Dictator-ness, but what of the reporter?"

"Right, thank you Perrault, back on track. We have to look for him. I wanted to be the one to punish him!" She laughed, "Anyway, Perrault said he saw him near Lake Hrimfaxi. Which side?"

"Near Hrimfaxi Village."

"Right, well if we're going after him we'll need to be well prepared. Genette, Perrault, and Mira go back to the village and wait for me; Mira you should change. I'll gather some 'supplies' and meet you outside Frank's Inn." And with that she left the Hall Of Records.

Genette walked out as well and waited near the door. When everyone was out Perrault placed something in the room, closed, and locked the door.

"A liitle present for anyone who goes in there..."

Genette shook his head and started walking down the hallway.

Mira began striding beside Genette. She leaned over to him and whispered.

"What was that he put there? And what kinds of 'supplies' did Ms. Aeolus mean?"

"Perrault? He has an obsession with overkill; it was a bomb. As for Her Dictator-ness, who knows what she's getting. It could be anything."

"A bomb? What if Her Dictator-ness tries to open the door?!"


OOC: Off for the night.

"She'll be expecting it."

"Genette, we probably shouldn't take the boat."

"I know. We'll have to take the car."

They reached Hrimfaxi Village and went to Frank's Inn.

---

"What do you mean it isn't working?"

"I'm sorry boss. That stuff you gave me to inject him with didn't kill him."

"You are not going to screw with my plans!"

"Sir, it's not my fault."

"Well kill him somehow! I just want him to die so Dragon's Curse will wage war with The Dragon Of Razgriz! IS THAT SO WRONG!?!"

"No sir..."

---

Genette was standing outside when a small black figure began to rise out of Lake Hrimfaxi.

"You guys better get over here!" He called to the others who were inside.

The black figure reached the shore when its back opened and out came none other than...

...Her Dictator-ness Danielle Aeolus...

...who was holding a shotgun.

"You guys ready?" She called toward the inn.

Albert wakes up this time keeping his eyes closed and hearing for any sounds of anyone inside the room ready to inject him again. After makeing sure that nobody was in the room with him Albert quickly voiceactivates the laser built into his watch and cuts the bonds that hold him to the table. He then quickly trys to stand up but quickly fall down to the floor as the room spins around him."what did those guys put into me"....He sits down for a bit untill he catches his barrings.

Then with all the rest of energy and strength he quickly and quitely hoists him self up a ventelation shaft and closes the shaft behind him. All the while he's trying to not fall unconsiouse again. "come on Albert you can do it"..... ALbert quickly into a hole on the side of the ventalation shaft were he finally rests untill the drug wears off.

"Sir, you're not going to like this."

"What this time, dingbat?"

"He's gone."

"What!?!"

"The journalist is gone."

"You let him escape?"

"No! I haven't done anything! Why do you always accuse me of everything?"

"Well, just find him!"

OOC: If you voice activated the laser, my security would have heard you and seen the light given off by the laser. Come on Luis, a little more realistic! You can't keep escaping like that. If you read that other thread like I told you, you would know that. If your character dies, he dies; mine got shot in the other thread I'm RP'ing and I GOT OVER IT. END OF OCC ON THIS MATTER.

Albert hears the security alarms go off.
"crap they must have found out that im gone i better keep moveing."
i should have just gone back to dragons curse and gotten back up... but no i had to go and try to solve this mystery my self, nice job Albert see this is the kind of shet u get into when you dont call for back up... fuck!.

ooc: ok fine thats my last time ill do that kind of thing to save my character.

Mira, of course, being rather practical, had taken the opportunity to run back and change at the inn, leaving Genette there all alone. She was running back when the Dictator appeared. She was tucking her pistol into a holster on the belt of her pants. Her boots gripped the ice around the lake much better, too. Thank God, she thought. Last thing I need is to slip or slide at the wrong time.

OOC: Just in case it comes up: I'd prefer it if Mira was to not die, as I plan on reusing her. If its really important to the story though, I can deal.

OCC: No worries Fanboyists, I kind like Mira, so there will be no dying on her part. ;) I was mainly talking to Dragon's Curse.

Luis, however, there is no ventilation in that room. I would tell you why but it would ruin the story.

IC:
"Genette, Mira, Perrault. You guys ready?"

Danielle had slung the shotgun over her shoulder and walked a few feet up the trail.

OOC: Thank you then, that's a relief.
IC:

Mira checked the clip in plain view. She also, just to be sure, made certain that the safety was on. Not a good time for it to go off accidently, she thought. She tucked it back into the holster.

"I'm ready when you are, ma'am."

ooc: um yah... ok then.

IC:
Albert expecting that they will find him sooner or latter if he ramained in the ventaltion ducts, crawled to the nearest empty room he could find. What Luck! he tought as he saw that there was an empty locker room filled with what seemed like green uniforms. Carefully getting out of the ventalation duct and makeing sure not to activate any hidden alarm systems, Albert quickly slide down and quickly got a green uniform and tried it on and some boots which by luck fitted him perffectly. Then Albert decided to put all of his cloth back into the venalation vent system as to not leave evidence that he was there. Also by shear luck Albert found a gun in its holster with 9 full clips right next, quickly Albert shoved all 9 of the clips into his pockets and holstered his gun. After some last minuet praying Albert opened the door and walked in the hall ways of his captors.

at last !After days of trying to locate "Albert", Carlos has finally arived to the

ooc:the beging of Carlos...ya

the lake where many residence have told him where they've seen a tall skinny man try to find something...

ooc:hello peoples...coming here to the rescue....i think

as he reches the shore he takes out his scuba gear and supplies...he has prepared for this...he will rescue his fat friend "Albert" and he will do it himself and it will be an epic tale...(if he makes it out alive)...so after gettong his gear and getto scuba tights...he makes his way to where he belives the submarine is.

ooc:i hope i'm doing this right.

Then after 2 hours of searching and somehow geting lost a couple of time...he makes it to the dreaded submarine...he then takes out a charge and blows up a small hole in the shell of the sub where he callapses in ...with his ak in his left hand..."to late to turn back now"...."time to find Albert".....

In a addition to his gear...carlos brought his water proof camera to document this action to send back to the "Daily Bread"...in Carlos31094

OOC: Hey, welcome to NationStates International Incidents. Its a big forum out there, and I figured there are a few things to point out.

Not a bad post you had there. In the future, however, it helps to either clump your OOC stuff either at the beginng or end of a post: it makes the IC stuff easier for people to read.

OOC means "out of character." IC means "In-character." They are used to distinguish between when it is you, as a person saying something and when it is your nation or your characters saying something. I apologize if you already knew this, I've found its generally better to explain this sort of thing to new players.

You may find it useful for future reasons to explain how Carlos knows where the submarine base and the like are, and clear it with the person running the thread (in this case, Razgriz).

Also, the charge he is using is a little too precise for a Modern-tech piece of gear.

Finally, regarding your last two posts:

the second post: there is an edit button with which you can add or remove stuff from a post. You can also delete posts you regret or that have become unnecessary with it, just by following the directions below the 'edit' part.

the third post you made will generally get you made fun of, if you make posts with random stuff like 'lala.' If people are interested in a thread, they will make their way to it, no need to bump it right after you've posted earlier. Most people will bother you for posts like that.

I would recommend following a few of the above guidelines, or at least keep them in mind in the future.

Again, welcome to NS International Incidents. Glad to have you.

If you find that you need pointers in the future, simply say so, and most people will be happy to point you in the right direction. I'd suggest reading the "Stickies" at the top of the forum page.


I'd like to apologize to DofRazgriz for the OOC clutter.

For future OOC reference, I am, in fact, a guy, now that DC has brought it up.

OOC:HEY Carlos welllcome to the party and by the way The Fanboyists does have a point and you should follow the advice that he/she gave u.

FOR Fanboyists: im srrying for saying he/she to u but idk which u are so yah once again srry for that.

OOC: In light of recent events, a supermassive Boron Uber-durable Multiple Pistachio-holder has been approved for use.

OCC:
Sorry I've been away so long, my interwebs went down. Looks like you guys managed to...ummm...keep the thread going. I see you all figured out there is a sub in the lake (which doesn't have full ventalation, so a grown man could not fit in it) but I want to clarify. It is a "super-sub" and has extremely strong armor and weapon systems. The hallways are black with airlocks and the vents are a foot long and a couple inches high. I didn't want to give this information in order to keep the mystery alive but since a few people from a certain region are commanding my thread, I have to. Remember that (like Fanboyists said) if you post something that could change the storyline without contacting the person running the thread, you are taking over the thread. Also Carlos, wouldn't the charge cause water to enter the sub flooding it? (I know the answer, it's yes) Alright, back to the story...

IC:
Danielle signals the others to follow her into the mini sub; they walk down into the main room.

"Alright, shutguns here, handguns here, rifles here, machine gun is mine, rocket launcher is for Genette. Any questions before I start this thing up?"

---

"Sir, one of the officers is gone."

"What do you mean? Is his uniform here?"

"No."

"Excatly, he went off somewhere!"

"He is no where on the ship and he was here when we last submerged."

"That's not good. Is his gun gone?"

"Yes. Along with the journalist."

"Damn!"

ooc: on Carlos defance wouldnt the sub seal off the area that was being flooded by water and the alarms go off?

ic: Albert expecting to be found out any second jumped into the nearest corrner when he heard an alarm in the sub going off and a bunch of men with guns heading right passed him. seeing that they didnt sespect him Albert follower the group of men down the hallway while keeping his distance.

OOC: Yes, but he would open an airlock to get air and flood more chambers. I know human nature! They would freak out and make it worse! I'm not even going to respond to that post, I'm getting too frustrated with this. You and Carlos might as well be in a different role play for all I know! I'll come back when you guys start being more realistic, like Fanboyists.

ooc:srry for screwing up...
ooc:tell me if this is better...

As carlos was sucked into the sub...he frantackly tried with all he could agenist the rushing water to open an airlock...but lost all hope when the water was to much and was carried down the hallway...just seconds later a metal door came slaming down almost turning him into a pancake...as the water was drained up almost as soon as it had come in...did carlos notice an ALARM! still a bit dizzy from the lack of oxygen when he was under water...so despretly carlos searches for his gun which flung from his hand when he was sucked in...after seconds which to carlos felt like hours he found his ak...and not sooner had he found his gun when 5 armed guards came and before they could think anything else...carlos un loaded on them but in his unloading and not aiming ...carlos missed one gaured "how stupid he thought to himself" then while laying there the gaured raised his gun with a sickening smile and said "better luck next time" in broken english. As he did so carlos shut his eyes waiting for the final sound he would ever hear...then he heard POP,POP,POP...at first carlos thought he was dead but then as he opened his eyes ...before him was a gaurd that had not been there before and just shot his own crew! then as the man walked toward him...he took of his cap and was suprised to find it was ....ALBERT!

OOC: Were you offering weapons? Or were those spots to put them? I'm going to go on the assumption it is the first option, and I'll change it if you tell me otherwise.

To explain a term used below: a panzergrenadier is an elite infantry-man in my army, so that you understand the reference. They use the SCAR assault rifle, hence the comment.

IC:

Mira picked up an assault rifle, while climbing into the sub. It looked suspiciously like a SCAR. Great. Now I feel like a panzergrenadier, wielding this thing.

"Nope. No questions. Though actually, one if you wouldn't mind, once we get underway." She paused. "Excuse my French, but where the hell are we going?"

Albert reached his old friend carlos just in time as a guard was about to shot him in point blank range. Quickly with out thinking Albert shot the guard 3 times as he turned around to face him. But soon right after he saved him more guards showed up and surrounded them. But Albert still wereing his uniform that he stole was able to pass off that he was the one who managed to capptured carlos but not being able to get there in time to save the rest of the group that was shot down by him. Almost everyone bleaved what he said automaticly except the captin or what looked like the captin who came up and preard at Albert with a suspisious glare and was about to say something when someone kicked Carlos behind the back closer to the captin who camanded 9 men to escort him to the holding cells where he said he was going to personaly take care of him. After one last suspisous glare at Albert he left with everyone else leaveing Albert all alone thinking what he should do next.


OOC: IS This better? do u want me to edit it? and by the way today was i think the funniest day in F.F so far lol and u missed it.

OCC: Fanboyists, yes I was offering weapons; kick ass weapons!

As for Luis and Carlos, what happened in underwater basket weaving today has nothing to do with this thread, telegram me. And no it is not better, because neither of you gave me the chance to CONTROL MY OWN CHARACTERS! I want both of you to find the thread A Shepard In A Drug War by Motokata and come back after you've read it; maybe you'll learn something. When everyone was in the inn I didn't go controling your character Luis.

IC: Genette was pondering the same thing. Where were they headed in a mini sub in Lake Hrimfaxi.

"We are headed to the DeathFromBelow."

"The super-sub?"

"Yes, the one that went missing from Solg Island Navy Base a few days ago."

Perrault laughed, "Didn't Hamilton name that thing?"

Danielle looked at him, "Yes. And its testing was his responsibility. Which is what scares me."

There was a breif moment of silence.

Danielle cleared her throat, "It's the best explanation I've come up with."

Of course, as before, Mira was completely confused.

She gaped. "Who is Hamilton? And how can you misplace a super-sub? Isn't it too large to really lose track of?"

Danielle laughed, "You'd think, but it is made to be undetectable by radar and that's what we were testing, so the tracking device was disabled. It was supposed to return to Solg Island a few days before Hrimfaxi Day, and it didn't."

"See, that sort of thing is why I don't trust beauracracies; stuff always gets misplaced," Mira said with a chuckle, trying to ignore the danger of the situation.

Genette snorted which earned him a dirty look from Perrault.

Danielle gigled, "Yeah. Lost, stolen, things just disappear."

"Your Dictator-ness!", a strange voice called from the control room.

"What is it Anderson?"

"We are almost there."

"Good. Everyone get ready for some excitement!"

Mira closed her eyes very tightly. She had been doing a very good job of controlling her claustrophobia and anxiety thus far, but the confined space of the submarine was starting to get to her. The idea that they were about to get out greatly comforted her.

"So where are we going?"

ooc:sorry for being bad at this but your not really giving me any choice...
ooc:sorry again


Even though Carlos trusted Albert enough to not let him die while the enemy had him…he could not shake the feeling that…he had been betrayed. As the people forced him to walk on the floor to his location he still felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen from before and now he realized that he was holding his breath and that probably helped in his inability to not being able to walk. I mean Carlos just could not stand very well nevertheless walk. So obviously he fell many times…which did not go very well with the guards. Every time Carlos fell they preceded to either yank his hair to lift him to his feet or just as worse taser him in the back but only short repeated shocks…So after about the 15th time of him falling the finally reached the door which he was to go into. The door itself looked frightening with Giant bolts inserted in it and as black as the ocean bottom…and seeing the sign on it did not make it at all better… Interrogation Room.

“More like Torture chamber” Carlos finally mumbled out. Although he was able to talk well Carlos did not want the guards to know that it was only the lack of oxygen that made him look drunk. Because what they didn’t know was that Carlos’s strength was coming back rapidly no. At the sound of Carlos’s words, the guards gave each other a wicked smile and continued to enter the room. Now as Carlos was being dragged in, he could see a chair and realized that he was not going to have fun on it…so he made a plan in his head …”I’ll let them put me on the chair then as soon as they let me go I’ll take out me combat knife that was stored in a location…on…err…in… him and at this moment felt worse then an atomic wedgie”. So as they tossed him on the chair he was about ready to pounce when all of a sudden with speed as lighting cuffs clamped over his hands the legs and finally his chest! At the touch of them Carlos felt a little static and realized that these where death cuffs…made so that no one could break him free unless he took out the whole submarine power…then they would open. But with turning of the power…the oxygen would also stop flowing! The person would have to shut the power and in less then an hour come back to turn it one or die from lack of oxygen. Carlos’s knew that his chances of survival was dark getting darker by the minute. He knew that death cuffs where to insure the death of the person from either torture or lack of food (starvation).

Ironically while he thought torture…an old man in a lab coat came from the shadows covering the four corners of the wall. With a rolled up woolen sheet. He snapped his fingers and two guards came from the shadows as well with a cold stainless steel table and placed it to the left of Carlos just so that he could see it…then the old man came to the table and unrolled the woolen sheet. To his horror…it was filled with knifes of all sizes twisted this way and that…strangely a big jug of salt was brought in along with the woolen sheet filled with sea salt…not to mention hundreds of needles of all sizes…even fish hooks! So as Carlos watched…he heard an evil laugh from the shadows…and from that direction came a tall well built man in a sharp suit that had many medals on it.” My name is Captain Petraeus”he said in such authority that made Carlos a bit nervous” My men have told me that you have blown a whole in are hull and also killed 5 of my men”.

He seemed very calm as if the men’s lives didn’t matter at all to him “.I do not appreciate people who shoot my men” still calmly but straight to the point he said “You will tell me who sent you why you are here and everything else that you know…and if you do not”like all the rest of his men before gave an evil cruel smile “ I’ll just torture the info out of you”…and so carlos was tortured with little cuts all over his body untill ...suddenly the lights shut off...

OCC: Ummm, wow. Carlos, with the controlling my characters, again. The captain has a name (not Petraeus) which is VERY important to the story, thank you very much.

There is a reason we make short posts; so others can contribute to the story! When you make long posts like that, so much happens; you pretty much run the story. What makes RP fun is that everyone contributes something new and it keeps everyone on their toes. Yes, I'm being hard on you two; however, RP isn't rocket science and if you paid attention to Fanboyists' and I's posts, you would know all of this.

Also, please proofread your posts! It makes it so hard to read when there are grammatical mistakes! If you are unsure of how to spell something, open Word! Spellcheck isn't for show! Read your post aloud before posting to make sure there are no typos and if you find a mistake after you post, edit it! I'm sick of having to decipher your posts!

Here's what really happened to get all of you on track. Remember! Shorter posts! I get to make this long one to reinstate the fact that I am runnig the thread.

IC: The six guards came to the man which had blown a hole in the side of the submarine. He fired shots but they fired back with their semi-automatic machine guns. This must have scared him because he surrendered. They took him to a small interrogation room where they heavily shackled him to a metal chair which was bolted to the floor immeadiately after stripping him of all his weapons. The guards moved to the sides of the room as two high ranking officers walked in. One was the commanding officer who sat in a wooden chair on the other end of a table a few feet from the metal chair; he did not speak. The other man was the second in command and he stood in front of the table in front of the interrogation chair; he did speak, and in a very dark, commanding voice.

"What is your name?"

Before the man could answer shots were fired. One of the guards had tried to shoot the second in command, but missed. The other five guards grabbed him, removed the stolen green uniform and weaponry and shackled him to the wall before returning to their posts. The commanding officer didn't even seem to notice; he sat in his chair as if he was asleep with his eyes open. The second in command walked to the second man and immeadiatly recognized the Dragon's Curse journalist. He walked back to the other man in the metal chair and resumed the interrogation.

"What is your name, what nation are you from, and what is your mission?"

---

The mini-sub jerked slightly then stopped moving altogether.

"We're here!"

"Thank you, Anderson!" Danielle replied rather sarcastically, "Welcome to the DeathFromBelow!"

They looked out the small window at the monster of a submarine before them. Danielle, Genette, and Perrault grabbed their weapons of choice and headed toward Captain Anderson who was standing at the exit. He opened the airlock which lead to a small hallway then another airlock, the entrance to the supersub. Danielle readied her modified Luger pistol which she placed in her pocket before readying her, also modified, MP-40 before looking at the others.

"Everyone ready?"

Mira swallowed a groan of dismay. Great. More submarines, she thought somewhat bitterly. She kept the SCAR close to her side; like many of the people of the Federation, she did have limited militia training, and the feel of the familiar assault rifle firmly in her control comforted her in a wierd way.

She barely controlled a wince, dismay still written all over her face.

She gulped. "Guess so."

ooc:i get it now...and sorry for me writing so much...lol

carlos knowing that spilling the beans was not a very good idea... since thay would just kill him and the stupid little albert after they got wat they wanted ...so carlos stayed silent...hoping that this was a good choice and hoped with all his might that albert wouldn't say anything either...

Perrault throw the door open and they all rushed in while Captain Anderson started yelling.

---

The second in command looked angrily at the silent man. The commander shook his head.

"If he wont talk..."

Just then there was the bang of metal against metal and shouting.

"This is Razgrizian Naval Captain Anderson! Surrender!"

"Shit, they found us! Quickly, dispose of the captives!"

The guards moved toward the captives while readying their guns.

"I don't know that I approve of that..." A womenly voice said from the shadows...

OOC: Hello all, I am Allen, I am new to NationStates.

November 17, 2009

Griswall, Aurelia (capital of the Allied States)
Reporter: Albert Freeland (Griswall City Times, Aurelia Broadcast News)

"We are here in Griswall, Aurelia, the capital city of the Allied States of Leasath and Aurelia. The Presidents of the combined nation Diego Gaspar Navarro and Albert Frenworth are going to discuss the state of the nation. We are to witness a great change. The Presidents are about to take the stage."

[Camera pans to the stage]

Navarro- "Citizens of this great land of Leasath and Aurelia, I am honored to be here before you to address the changes coming to this great land."

Frenworth- "Both me and Diego here have been planning an ecomonic strategy that will put everyone back to work and get the economy flowing harder than ever."

Navarro- "We are also planning on building a combined military of 2.5 million people, many ships of war, many aircraft, and of course all the weapons of war ever needed."

[Crowd cheers]

Frenworth- "Now, for many years, as everyone might know, Leasath and Aurelia toiled at war with each other as seperate lands. Those times are now over as we have put aside our differences and combined."

Navarro- "We are honored to be Co-Presidents of this great land of ours. I will be in charge as Commander in Chief, while Albert here will be in charge of diplomatic ties and economical issues."

Frenworth- "We are going to set about our duties as soon as we step off stage."

[Crowd again cheers]

[Camera pans back to reporter]

"We have just heard the Co-Presidents speak, now we wait for the promises they have made to come true. That was a very informative and entertaining speech by the two elected leaders of the country. We now move forward with our regularly scheduled program."

[Special Report Ends]

OOC: Okay, sweet... but it has nothing to do with the thread...

Good job though Allen! Honest mistake; it happens.

Special News Bulletin---

This is Roger Farnsworth of the Griswall Daily News.

We have just recieved word that several new military bases have been established. There are three Navy Bases, two Air Force Bases, four Army bases, and three Marine bases.

Air Force Bases include
-Puna Air Force Base- located on the Puna Plains- Aurelia
-Olivo Air Force Base- located on the Olivo Plains- Leasath

Army Bases include
-Ft. Collinsworth- near Laprica, Aurelia
-Ft. Gonzalez- near Hondalgo, Leasath
-Ft. Holland- near Griswall, Aurelia
-Ft. Rodriguez- on Arcehlon Island (formerly the Archelon Fortress)

Navy Bases include
-Brakenstahl Island Naval Base- Aurelia
-Hidalgo Island Naval Base- Leasath
-Breckenridge Naval Air Station- Borderland (border of the combined nations)

Marine Bases Include
-Brakenstahl Island Marine Base- Aurelia
-Camp Roselia- Leasath
-Trampardo Island Marine Air Base- Borderland Island (border of the combine nations)

These bases will train, outfit, and deploy the forces necessary for the protection of this great land. Officers will be trained at the Military Academy in Griswall.

This has been a national special news report. This is Roger Farnsworth, signing off.

OOC: Another great post, but it still has nothing to do with the thread. Try jumping in on the story; perhaps your journalist is somehow caught up in all the monster buzz. Idea: A journalist from your nation could go to the Ivory Tower and request to see the Dictator, or could question locals of Sunken City about the supposed monster, etc. You could start some kind of conversation with someone from my nation and I would play the part of aforementioned person.

OOC: I am just trying to get everyone in the region to know my country. I will get into the story sooner than you think. I just have to get some stuff established first.

OOC: Okay, okay, I just don't want to much off topic clutter. It makes the thread harder to read...

OOC: Gotcha

ooc:tell me if this is good...

Carlos had no idea who the women was or wat she hoped to accomplishe by herself if anything...he was just happy that she stoped the slaughter of albert and himself...so he just played along..."ya i don't think thats a good idea...you lake nazis...lol"...but for some reason carlos suspected that , what he said was not a very good idea...

OOC: Yes, very good!

IC: "Lake Nazi's! Lake Nazi's! Why I..." The second in command lost his cool.

"Calm down, you bumbleing band of baboons!" The women replied.

"Why are you here?" The commander spoke from the shadows.

"No, the question is, why are you here?" She glared at him with sharp blue eyes.

"I was getting information from these regional dingbats." The commander replied quickly.

"Right..." She turned to the man shackled to the wall. "Albert, Dragon's Curse journalist." She turned to the man shackled to the metal chair. "And whom might you be?"

Genette walked into the room. "There you are! Albert? Carlos? What are they doing here?"

"Its none of your bee's wax, Genette!" The commander marched toward Genette.

"Alright that's enough!"

"Alright Your Dictator-ness, be cool." The commander looked scared for the first time.

"Suck it Hamilton!"

Albert senseing that it was better to keep quite decided to keep playing along and not do anything for the time being.and even though he was glad to see that the dictator-ness came to save them just in time from keeping the lake from killing him and Carlos he knew that this was still far from over because he knew that she will want to punish him her self for inflitrating her file room in the ivory tower.

ooc: srry for any mispelled words but i cant correct them right now if their are any but i will edit it later when i have more time.

OCC: Its HER Dictator-ness! Duh! :rolleyes:

IC: "Don't you tell me to suck it!" The commander retorted.

"I can tell you to suck it all I want Hamilton! I can tell anyone who doesn't follow orders to suck it!" Danielle was officially pissed.

"Perrault knew! Are you going to tell him to suck it?"

"Perrault knew you left the sub here without permission."

"Yeah! He knew everything! It was his idea! To kill the Dragon's Curse journalist so we wouldn't have to deal with him! And possibly even start a war!"

Perrault had entered the room right as Hamilton began his rant and was soon turned around and started leaving. He was stopped by Anderson who had followed him in.

Her Dictator-ness turned around. "Perrault?"

"I thought I was helping." Perrault lowered his head.

"What do you want done with Perrault and Hamilton?" Anderson asked while holding Perrault tightly so he could not escape.

"Throw them both in jail cells here on the sub; the guards too."

Anderson rounded up Perrault, Hamilton, and the five guards and walked them out the door and down the hallway.

Genette sighed. "The public won't like this. I'm assuming no story."

"What about the Fanboyist journalist?"

OOC: Sorry, I hadn't said anything for her since you had been doing so well.
IC:

Mira had, of course, followed them in.

Mira was torn. On the one hand, it would make an interesting story: things like this inevitably captivated people back home. On the other hand...

"If you don't want this released, I understand fully: something like this could be very sensitive, and if would be against your nation's best interests, I can avoid publishing it..." she stopped, then started grinning. An excellent idea had just crossed her mind.

"At least as a news story. I'm sure with enough embellishment, this would be excellent in fiction. What would you say to that, Your Dictator-ness?"

Danielle smiled and then broke out in laughter. "I suppose it would; however, the public will want to know what happened and there is no reason not to tell them. I was going to fire Hamilton anyway, so that's not a shock. As for Perrault, he skates on thin ice sometimes himself. But we can discuss this matter later; there is something else I want to address first."

She walked to Albert and grabbed the chains that bound him. "Hamilton must have added these; they're really strong." She let go of the chains and took a few steps back. "So why did you break into the Hall Of Records? And you, Carlos I believe Genette called you, why are you here?"

Mira laughed. "Ah, but don't you want some local myths to continue? They make things interesting...you know, occasionally trigger a 'monster sighting...' people will love it!"

"Somehow I have a feeling the will continue regardless. After all, most of them occur in like April." Danielle smiled.

"Fair enough. Actually..." Mira trailed off. "Seeing as I came here about those....any information on those?"

"Well..." Danielle paused. "Not off the top of my head but its all in the hall of records. When we're done here, you can take a look yourself."

OOC: Can't leave until some people answer some questions...

Mira twiddled her thumbs. "Seen any good movies lately?" she asked, suddenly horribly bored, in spite of the excitment of the last day.

"Hmmm, not really. You?"

OCC: That means you Carlos! (and Luis)

"Not any good ones. A few crappy ones. For some reason, every other part of the nation's industry is on the upswing, but they can't make any good movies. Thought you could suggest a few."

"I see. No I haven't really seen any good movies..." Danielle sighed, looked at the captive journalists, then back to Mira. "How's the weather?"

OOC: Hello? Anyone?

"Who knows? We're underwater, aren't we?" she shuddered at remembering the fact that there were tons of crushing water directly above her.

Danielle laughed. "Well, I meant in your nation, but that works too!"

OOC: ... *waits*

"Eh, its February in the Federation, so there's still plenty of snow on the ground in my home province. Zagreb is really pretty in the winter. That, and everyone is really excited about our ice-hockey team."

"Sounds nice. It's always ice and snow here, but the summer is ... tolerable."

"That must get depressing. Does it get kinda slushy in the summer?"

ooc:if i'm in the jail cell then this is my story...if not please tell me where i am it's kind of confusing now.

ic:As carlos was in his own little dark corner...he starts singing on his head"i tryed so hard and got so far...actually i didn't get far at alll..."sigh". After a while of singing he got bored and it struck him! That he somehow remembered the voice of the Dictator-ness...but he just could not figure out why he did.

"No, not slushly, just a little thinner. I don't find it depressing; if you don't like ice, don't live in the arctic!" Danielle laughed.

OOC: No you are not in the jail cell. You are shackled to a metal chair and Luis is shackled to the wall. Only my men were taken to the jail cell (Hamilton, Perrault, and the guards; escorted by Anderson). I asked you who you were, where you were from, and what your mission is.

"Well, you know, I'd imagine it would be sort of nice to see something else for a change."

"Yeah, we don't really get the four seasons around here, but I like it. I actually grew up in a desert, no snow. So I am very fond of this climate."

Ooc: Bump

"Fair enough. I would just think not having four seasons would get a little,
you know, depressing."


OOC: Sorry I've been off so long.