NationStates Jolt Archive

He wondered what she would think of what John-117 had insisted on. Life monitors that would stop broadcasting if he and Lesley died. If they were both off the air for more than a few seconds, the Villa would be so much free floating dust in the atmosphere.
She would merely take D'ron into a corner and explain to him that such an idea is wholly irrational. Vaporizing the leaders of all one's allies, who would probably immediately counterstrike on all of Sentient Peoples, is not the wisest course of action. A much more logical idea would be to wait, hold an investigation, and then ultimately annihilate whoever was responsible. Shodey doesn't really have much of a sense of the magestic or theatrical when it comes to such things... but, then again, that's how she's survived so long.

Si Ling raises a surprised eyebrow, decisivley ignoring his own reaction to Sirithil's entrance. "Aye, addictive cheese. Not all cheese is addictive, of course. We don't remember the exact details - something to do with morphine in the cows gut, and the digestive process, We think - but it can be quite addictive, even to humans. Certainly explains the human predisposition to pizza, eh?"
"Not necessarily; it seems to be a cultural trait instead... although I suppose it is possible... I'll have to research it in the future. Great," S.H.O.D.A.N. folds her arms and shakes her head with a bemused smile, "now you've gotten me curious."

Jut regarded them and then said, "I'd like to take this opportunity to extend to you an invitation to visit our country some day, hopefully in the near future when all the hoopla has died down. Providing your schedules are open. "
"Schedules?" S.H.O.D.A.N. almost giggles. "That's an advantage to having several thousand local avatars. How soon would you like one deployed to Vrak?"

"Schedules?" S.H.O.D.A.N. almost giggles. "That's an advantage to having several thousand local avatars. How soon would you like one deployed to Vrak?"

Jur was astonished to say the least but quickly recovered, "Ah...my apologies. I was unaware of your...abilities. But I wouldn't want you to incur any injuries so how about after the World Court? After all, having another diplomatic exchange in the middle of that mix I think would be unwise."

Jur looked at S.H.O.D.A.N. again. Amazing. Avatars all over the place. To think that my own mother cringed at the thought of twins. I daresay she would have been floored at this revelation.

"Excellent," replied Jur, "and I thank you for your understanding. Actually, I feel somewhat awkward in that I don't know most of the guests here. The Lady Nathicana has been most kind in making us feel welcome and I should pay my respects to the nation of Angelus for extending the invitation to us. But please tell me a little about yourself S.H.O.D.A.N. As well, I'm sure you might have a passing fascination in our own nation?"

Jur then turned his head and, noticing D'ron's slight uneasiness, exclaimed, "Greetings President D'ron Smith. I realize I stand out in a crowd judging from some of the looks I've received so far."

OOC: Sorry, what does D'ron look like? As well, Irene is an empath in that she can detect falsehood. Is there any special reactions I should be aware of?

Si Ling, naturally, is waiting to be spoken to. He isn't exactly in the habit of talking first amongst equals; rather, he prefers to be addressed. It's a power thing.

As for his mind... Irene might well discover that Si Ling is a very potent empath himself. A clue to divining this would be the small fact that Si Ling has a rather effective empathic wall 'constructed' about his mind; and the fact that psionic tendrils flicker from him, instinctivley 'tasting' the surface emotions of the minds around him. It is a wholly unconscious action that he isn't even aware of, for the most part.


"Not necessarily; it seems to be a cultural trait instead... although I suppose it is possible... I'll have to research it in the future. Great," S.H.O.D.A.N. folds her arms and shakes her head with a bemused smile, "now you've gotten me curious."

Si Ling smiles faintly. "Curiousity is the liquor of the mentally devout. Or so my wife constantly tells me."

Jur was astonished to say the least but quickly recovered, "Ah...my apologies. I was unaware of your...abilities. But I wouldn't want you to incur any injuries so how about after the World Court? After all, having another diplomatic exchange in the middle of that mix I think would be unwise."
"Injuries are quite a secondary concern; I have a history of protecting myself quite well." With Shodey judo-chop action, no less. "Still, must respect the wishes of the host. I look forward to milling about your Royal Library."

Si Ling smiles faintly. "Curiousity is the liquor of the mentally devout. Or so my wife constantly tells me."
"Then, my good Si Ling," S.H.O.D.A.N. chuckles, "I am most certainly a drunkard."

OOC: Sorry Ma-tek. I'm going to have to draw a chart soon to keep track of all the players. No offense intended. :)

Si Ling, naturally, is waiting to be spoken to. He isn't exactly in the habit of talking first amongst equals; rather, he prefers to be addressed. It's a power thing.

As for his mind... Irene might well discover that Si Ling is a very potent empath himself. A clue to divining this would be the small fact that Si Ling has a rather effective empathic wall 'constructed' about his mind; and the fact that psionic tendrils flicker from him, instinctivley 'tasting' the surface emotions of the minds around him. It is a wholly unconscious action that he isn't even aware of, for the most part.

Jur cocked his massive head towards Si-Ling and cordially said, "Greetings. I'm Ambassador Jur Ratyuig from the Kingdom of Vrak. Allow me to introduce my retinue: my aide; Irene Praif, Robert Green; my secretary, and my bodyguard Karlo. As well, let me apologize for bringing a bodyguard along. It is not normal practice to do so for social occasions, but due to tensions within our land, I hope you understand. And you are...?"

OOC: Aigo...time for bed.

Clotte almost chokes on his drink. It takes a while for him to regain his composure. "Siri? Here?" He seemed to be on edge.Maica observes Mr. Clotte, not mentioning anything. Interesting, I wonder what has him so jumpy.

{Query Database}
{Query Select}
{Query Profile}
{Name, Nationality}
{Clotte, Laithian}

OOC: This would link Maica to the WorldDisc mainframe, and pull any data files on Mr. Clotte for Maica to read....what's he see?

He finds a file known as the "Diwaniyah Incident" that involved Clotte, Nathicana, Sirithil, and numerous other powerful members being at a major party. During that time, Diwaniyah planned an assassination attempt of all its party members. James Clotte became severely injured by one of the blasts while protecting guests and had been cured by Siri. In the few seconds it took for Siri to heal him, Clotte mistook her for his old wife, Jessica. Rumors abound over this meeting between them, but they seem to be nothing more than rumors among the public.

Information on Jessica Clotte, however, is either inexistant or under severe classification.

Further information on James Clotte is also heavily classified, but there are several references to a project named Genesis X. Besides that, there are loads of information on Clotte's family tree, reaching to his brother Gerald Clotte, an ex-Prime Minister of Laithia, and a time when James Clotte was the Chairman of Security and Defence. He has 4 daughters and 3 sons. Little J, one of the other guests at the party, is one of them.

"Ambassador, I will consider such a journey. But my schedule is quite busy. But I'll see what I can do." D'ron smiles, and turns to Lesley, who is already speaking into a small recorder mounted in her comm.

She smiles at him. In case you forget, love.

D'ron's smile broadens as she flashes those hand signals.

Si Ling smiles faintly. "Curiousity is the liquor of the mentally devout. Or so my wife constantly tells me."
"Then, my good Si Ling," S.H.O.D.A.N. chuckles, "I am most certainly a drunkard."

Si Ling laughs a low, tinkling laugh, shoulders softly shaking. "Well met, indeed, SHODAN. - That faintly reminds Us of the speech given by the Emperor Simit Denjari ux-Rihad, on the day of the Signing of the Accord. The Accord ended the 2,000 years of Conquest War that plagued the Nenyan Empire, you see. The apt part of that which he spoke was, 'If this curious cup you give make me drunk with joy, then give away - for drunk with joy is as the Stars may find us upon this day.' He was a great man... or so We have been told. He was the last Emperor of the Nenyan Empire, of course."

Si Ling's eyes take on a marginally sad glint.

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Maica smiles internally This thing is really handy. Well Mr. Clotte you don't seem like threat, I wonder why Siri makes you so jumpy though.
"Well Mr. Clotte, thank you for speaking with me, it's been a pleasure.
vK walks up the indicated stairs and knocks on the appropriate door.
Knock. Knock. Knock
Maica looks up,
"Ahh yes, come in Xeruyu, the door is unlocked."

OOC: Odd, IE crashed when I hit submit, but it still got through...

Emperor Telrúnya walks up to Si Ling.

Ah, Si Ling of EOTED. Very nice to meet you. How are things going for you?

ooc:

Alright, need an update. :wink:

The Emperor scowls for a moment, before noting politely, "We are talking to SHODAN, Emperor-"

He pauses as he matches a name to the face.

"-Telrúnya. However, if SHODAN is not averse to being interrupted for a moment...?"

"There is one man you certainly should meet, Eadwacer King. I understand my sister has met him a few times - he is a man of great principle. I understand he can be problematic?" Flicker of gaze toward Si Ling.

Renate responds. "Si Ling I of the Empire of the Eternal Dawn is not an easy man to speak with... but I think there is wisdom in the meeting of diffeent cultures. I would be glad to introduce you, Great King. Perhaps we could speak later?"

The three walk relaxedly toward the knot of conversation around the cheese-conoisseur and autocrat, Renate taking point and Marie providing the King with an opportunity to offer her his arm.

Heel-click and bow to Si Ling, the Sean ruler and SHODAN, speaking with the focus primarily on Si Ling. "If I might intrude to introduce Eadwacer, Great King of Freod, of Titan. Eadwacer Cyng, Si Ling the First of the Empire of the Eternal Dawn." A look around. "Are you acquainted with my sister Marie Liberté, Senior Advisor of the Black?"

Some might take offense that she does not introduce herself. It might be considered arrogant to presume one's name is know. Then, most people at this party don't wear nametapes on their chests.

Si Ling smiles slightly. It may not be obvious to some, but for some reason he finds this method of approach more... polite. "King Eadwacer Cyng, an honour. - Lady Renate; Rialla has spoken of your skill with the blade quite a bit. An honour, similarily. We, for one, are not acquainted with Lady Liberté, no. But now We are. Charmed, Lady."

Si Ling bows ornately to the ladies, which, interestingly, he didn't where SHODAN was concerned. In point of fact, he wasn't sure whether she would appreciate it or not - but it might well not be taken that way. His fingers nigh on scrape the ground, again, to a slightly lesser degree than his bow to Lady Nathicana.

Eadwacer (of course) offers his arm to Marie.

"Casere þæs Rices þæs Ece Dægrædes, It is truly an honor to meet a lord such as yourself." Me present a shallow bow. Obviously not to be disrespectful, but simply because he does not have allegiance to Si Ling. "Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure of knowing your great empire, nor it's great leader. I sincerely hope that the opportunity presents itself that we may grow to know each other better."

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/eadwacer/eadwacer.jpg
Eadwacer, Mearclanda Þeoden

OOC Note: "Casere þæs Rices þæs Ece Dægrædes" is Anglo-Saxon for "Emperor of the Kingdom of the Eternal Dawn"

Eadwacer (of course) offers his arm to Marie.

"Casere þæs Rices þæs Ece Dægrædes, It is truly an honor to meet a lord such as yourself." Me present a shallow bow. Obviously not to be disrespectful, but simply because he does not have allegiance to Si Ling. "Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure of knowing your great empire, nor it's great leader. I sincerely hope that the opportunity presents itself that we may grow to know each other better."


"The Empire of The Eternal Dawn is always open to new friendships, King Eadwacer. Better friends than enemies, we say. And we have far too many enemies, these days," Si Ling intones.

Maica stands and greets vK at the door.
"Been busy I see?"
He motions to Mr. Clotte, "Clotte and I were just talking, getting to know each other. He's one of Omi's invites."

"Excuse me," the S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra avatar smiles, "but I need to coordinate with Lady Sirithil on the marriage rites."

"Ambassador, I will consider such a journey. But my schedule is quite busy. But I'll see what I can do." D'ron smiles, and turns to Lesley, who is already speaking into a small recorder mounted in her comm.

Jur replied,“Of course President D’ron. Even presidents and kings are sometimes swept away by the tides of world affairs.”

"Injuries are quite a secondary concern; I have a history of protecting myself quite well." With Shodey judo-chop action, no less. "Still, must respect the wishes of the host. I look forward to milling about your Royal Library."

“I look forward to it. It is indeed an extensive library. Sometimes the King himself is there – at least those are the latest rumours circulating about. But I shant keep you from helping the Lady Sirithil."

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OOC: TSE, no need for long sigs here.

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OOC: Sure TSE, but when in a conversation you don't need them.

IC: Maria wanders about, spotting some snacks. I sure am hungry
She wanders up, gathering a small plate of cheese and crackers, and spots a man standing by the table.
"Excuse me sir, Maria Peacecraft, office of foreign relations from Berserker."
She extends a hand to shake, "And who may you be?"

Marie and the King drift along, quite the dashing spectacle one might imagine. Dignified elder statesman, young heroic princess. Both planting their feet quite deliberately. Marie's arm warm under the silks, sleekly and powerfully muscular. Spring-steel muscle, not feeling like a woman or even a human for that matter. She smeels pleasantly though; clean silk, fresh soap, seet breath and honest sweat. "Great King, I hope my friend's fur has served you well. She was strong and I hope you've foud her warm."

After a bit they arrive. At Si Ling's chivalrous bow, Renate moves her heels together without the customary click. Gentle motion, bow, not even the rustle of fabric or the hiss of soles on rich carpet. Marie, on the King's arm, inclines her head gravely and looks up only after the Emperor rises. Head inclined just as far as possible and keep the Emperor's collar bones in peripheral vision. Messages. She has been given to understand that Nenyans appreciate this sort of thing.

Marie: "It is good to meet you, Emperor Si Ling, a pleasant honor. Renate, might I listen for you?"

Renate nods and turns to the Emperor. "I fondly remember my meeting with the High Lady, Highness. Likewise, an honor. I leave you with my dear sister, and hope you will not meet her before me. We never spoke in Byzantium."

Outside the villa...

A rather large assault armor lays in a lightly wooded area, just up the hill from the villa, it's occupant bored our of her mind.
The light from the stars and moon, illuminate the landscape making for a beautiful scene.

The trooper sighs, slightly uncomfortable lying, down large sniper rifle pointed downhill, ready to engage any soft target vehicles that my approach.

The active camo, and shade from the trees effectively hide the armor, making it nothing more than a gap in the trees and brush.

The trooper is nearing sleep, exhausted from sheer boredom, when she hears a noise.

Footsteps?
She quietly picks herself up, making barely a sound. And more footsteps follow. She flips over to IR, and sees a figure, sneaking through the brush, barely ten yards away, a camera dangling from his neck.
Damned paparazzi
She brings the armor to standing, snapping branches.
The camera man stops, looking about, seeing nothing but shadows he continues at a faster, spooked pace.
More branches snap and he breaks into a run, seeing the air infront of him shimmer.
WHAM!!!
The camera man slams into the standing power armor, knocking himself unconcious, only to awake later in a Loki dropship, under heavy guard and questioned heavily.

vk walks in and gives Maica a friendly handshake.

"Big day, Maica. Congrats! That Blu sure is something else." Turning to Clotte, "Pleased to meet you Mr. Clotte. From what part of this humble little starsystem we call home do you hail from?"

-vK

"Thanks Xeruyu. It means alot to have my peers come wish me well."
He smiles, happy with how the day is going.
"Yes, Blu is something, isn't she."

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OOC: Moving along...

IC:
The night was crystal clear. The moon and the stars seemed to revel in the sky, not a care in at all.

The garden's beauty was only surpassed by those in attendance. Flowers, leaves. and vines sparkled with dew like the stars above.

The guests all sat, hushed in anticipation.

Maica stood smartly at the entrance to the garden, just out of view, ready to proceed to the end of the garden when the ceremony began.

In front of the crowd, Lady Siri and Shodan quickly made sure that the simple ceremony was ready.

OOC: Nothing too complex you two.

Blu also waited in the background with Kommetrez. She shivvers slightly, and clutches his arm a little more tightly. [Communication={Alshai}] Damnit! I am so nervous... I am not supposed to feel this way... Should I turn off my emotional subprograms dedicated to the emotion "nervous"? Or is that a part of the whole thing?

She sighs and looks out across the crowd, purposely not trying to see Maica among the faces.

Blu also waited in the background with Kommetrez. She shivvers slightly, and clutches his arm a little more tightly. [Communication={Alshai}] Damnit! I am so nervous... I am not supposed to feel this way... Should I turn off my emotional subprograms dedicated to the emotion "nervous"? Or is that a part of the whole thing?
[Communication={Blu}] Yes, it's part of the experience, apparently. Think of it as a final test of resolve--there are tales told of people who run off at the last minute, and it does happen. Nerves are a completely natural way to respond to such a change in the personal-relation paradigm.

Alshai smiles softly. [Communication={Blu}] Of course, I'm not necessarily the person to ask. Trust me, you're fine.

[Communication={Alshai}] Well... I will leave it on then. And I have no intention of running away at the last moment... I mean, I have a child to consider now...

She gently squeezes his hand and waits for her signal to move.

The music sounded, Maica took a deep breath, and then stepped from the shadows. He walked silently down the aisle, watching people with his peripheral vision but always looking forward, a smile across his face.

He approached the alter, stopped, did a right face and a few steps, then stopped once more, completing with an about face.
Well ole' boy, looks like you're a moment away from being truely happy.
He smiled, nodding to SHODAN and Sirithil.
Here goes nothing
The music changed swiftly, signaling Omicron's entrance.

[Communication={Alshai}] Well, my friend, here We go...

She steps forward, her steps measured to match Alshai's, and his measured to match the pace of the music. She breathes slowly, evenly, and she tries to slow the pounding of her heart in her chest, its rhythmic pace beating a cadence on the inside of her ribs.

With another deep breath, she looks up, and the breath catches in her throat as she gazes upon her beloved. A broad smile spreads across her face as she looks at him, and a sense of calm fills her heart with purpose.

[Semi-Internal] I love you Maica'Telcontar.

[Communication={Blu}] You'll do fine.
Alshai walks with a measured, martial pace; eyes caged forward. Just like the old days.

Ambassador Jur Ratyuig and his retinue are solemn and focused on the wedding proceedings. Karlo, of course, is always scanning for threats but allows himself a small smile when he catches Blu smiling at Maica.

Nathicana watches it all with an odd mix of emotions. She stands back and to the side of things, surveying the crowd and watching the couple quietly.

She sips now and then at her drink - ice water again, despite the many fine wines in abundance. As best she can, she supresses the internal comm lines, wishing to observe in silence.

Eadwacery Cyng, watches the proceeding with a wry smile on his face and a large goblet of wine in his hand.

[Semi-Internal] I love you Maica'Telcontar.
Maica smiles back, mouthing wow at the site of Blu.
[Not Even Trying To Be Internal] And I you, Miss Blu.
I rhyme. Easy does it, you're almost there.

Si Ling sat in silence, back utterly straight - bolt upright. The only portion of him that was truly relaxed were his hands - and even they clutched slightly at his thighs uncomfortably.

His eyes had an unusually gentle, soft glint to them; they were not cold, nor exactly warm... but perhaps the slight crinkling of his eyes suggests nostalgia.

Bao would love this sort of thing, he mused silently.

Omicron in all her splended glory reaches the alter, escoted by Kommetrez.
[To Kommetrez]Thank you friend...
The music slows to a stop. Kommetrez takes his seat, and Maica stares at Omi, his eyes staring into hers.

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Suddenly, Professor Jacobson and Kilburn burst through the doors.

You cannot marry Her! I love Her! Kilburn screams. Blu! I love You, and I just can't let You marry him without telling You that!

"Sorry, he wouldn't leave me alone until I transported him here. I'll wait in the ship, which he made me land in the middle of the parking lot."

ooc:

Hope you don't mind me adding a twist to things. I was invited, just my leader had to leave. :wink:

Also, Kilburn is an AI of the Hyperturing level for the record.

OOC: Funny the Loki's air patrol, and numerous power armored troopers didn't pick you off. Grrr...but as it is, I did invite you, and it would be bad to just have that post summarily deleted. (Unless Angelus doesn't want to RP it)

IC: Maica's face drops as he turns to face the befuzzeled new character at the wedding.
[Semi-Internal]What's going on.
He turns back and looks Omicron straight in the eyes.
"Whatever you chose Omi, I believe it will be the right thing for you."

S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra, sitting at the front of the assembly, takes a short look at Sirithil and then stands. Stepping forward, she stands in front of the couple and, hands folded behind her back, smiles. "Don't worry too much," she whispers softly, "you're doing fine." Poor things. Look almost like Barry did... so nervous.

Then the doors burst open and the theatrical level of the room increases exponentially. Folding her arms, S.H.O.D.A.N. looks up sharply and raises an eyebrow. "I worked relatively hard on this contractual arrangement I'm about to proffer and I wouldn't like to see my work go to waste."

[will edit as the situation calls for]

Nathi's eyes narrow dangerously, and the glass she'd been holding sure enough, cracks as her grip tightens. Tossing the slivering remnants into a nearby flowerbed, she gingerly picks out a couple of lingering slivers and waits, mindful of the last time she let her temper rule her decisions.

Not in front of so many ... not now ... Blu can more than take care of herself, let alone any one of the people here.

Si Ling hears rather than sees the intrusion-type-thingy. And when he hears, he ponders in a split instant what to do.

How very embarrassing for all concerned, he mused.

And naturally, decides to act as if nothing is happenening.

My oh my, aren't my fingernails interesting...

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OOC: Gone for the weekend, don't do too much.

IC:
[Internal]Well, he certainly lacks some tact...but it is not for me to decide

Eadwacer Cyng looks over at Atelic Hlædige Naðicana, making brief eye contact, and lets his hand drop discreetly to the pommel of his sword while his two guards slip their hands under their cloaks to rest on their crossbows.

-- Double Post --

Karlo caught the entrance of the two men in his peripheral vision and quickly put himself between the Ambassador and this possible threat. His hand went to his inside pocket. Jur turned and raised his massive head, showing his gleaming ivory tusks with sharp points while regarding these new arrivals with distaste. Obviously this one has no respect for decorum at all. Irene focused her mind upon Kilburn trying to read his "mind" (OOC: I'm assuming it would be impossible for an empath to read an AI's mind, correct?)

Jur'r secretary spewed his drink upon the guest seated directly in front of him. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Kommetrez turns from his seat, hand immediately dropping to the usual service sidearm, flicking off the little catch that holds the pistol in its holster. Jeebus H. Hyskos... what now? Can't we -ever- have a nice little get-together without some sort of insanity going down? This is cute and all, but oh so... improper. He makes sure to sigh very loudly in the first availiable appropriate silence. And that's all I have to say about that.

Speaker-to-Animals blinks and watches Kommetrez go through the well-trained and well-practiced motions of self-defense. He then notes every Trium citizen in the room go for their weapons. Aw, hell. Why do we have to be so paranoid? Standing up to his full two-hundred-fourty centimeters of height, he makes calming motions with his massive paws, resembling someone spreading out a bedsheet.

"Calm down, everyone." The words are spoken with a definite tone of directive. "This will be sorted out. Maybe we should allow the involved parties to be alone. They can debate this themselves."

Speaker-to-Animals blinks and watches Kommetrez go through the well-trained and well-practiced motions of self-defense. He then notes every Trium citizen in the room go for their weapons. Aw, hell. Why do we have to be so paranoid? Standing up to his full two-hundred-fourty centimeters of height, he makes calming motions with his massive paws, resembling someone spreading out a bedsheet.

OOC: I apologize for the interrupt, but what kind of species is Speaker-to-Animals? Bear?

(OOC:

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/scolopendra/speaker-to-animals.gif

Kzin, also known as "rat-cats." Basically humaniform tiger with a linebacker physique, ears that resemble bat-wings, and a hairless segmented rat-like tail. Speaker's tail actually does have a short coat of orange due to a genetic variation.

Absolutely 100% lifted from Larry Niven.)

S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra and S.H.O.D.A.N.-Barry both sigh simultaneously and both make dismissive hand-waves. "Am I supposed to do this wedding or not?"

OOC: Okay. If Speaker looked like a bear or orca it might be a little hard for Jur to control himself. I'll stop here since I don't want to be distracting.

ooc: Oh joy, everyone brought serious weaponry to Blu's wedding. *grin* Et credo: One should never go unarmed to a meeting where it is required to go unarmed

ic:

Xanone raises an eyebrow, a very slight grin on his face. He looks over at Marie and smiles as he catches her eye.

Up on the altar, Blu sighs and turns around, her brilliant blue eyes gazing straight at Kilburn, twin fires of tightly-controlled rage. [Communication={Kilburn}] You insolent, tactless, non-understanding, newborn creature. Your love for me is misplaced, if you even can understand what love is! You are a child, Kilburn, and thusly you will go through childlike phases.

She spreads her hands. Please, everyone, calm down. I am happy to see that I am in the company of well-armed friends, but is all of this weapons-rattling really necessary? Kilburn is a child, and thus is subject to childlike influences. He has, unfortunately, developed an infatuation with one of my Avatars, and... Well, you can see where this has led him.

She turns and looks at Maica. Maica, beloved, how can you think that I would ever choose another over you? [Communication={Maica}] You are the father of my CHILD, our little Danica... but regardless, you are my love, and I will love none else.

EDIT: Whoever fixed that, I am greatful. And Vrak, thanks for pointing it out.

Eadwacer and his two guards relax, of course this doesn't show, as they never let their readiness show in the first place. However, a careful observer would notice that the gaurds' hands are now resting by their sides, and Eadwacer has settled back in his chair slightly more.

Nathi gives Eadwacer the slightest of nods when their eyes meet. She keeps her place, noting with a mixture of alarm and amusement the reactions of the other guests.

Well, it just wouldn't be a Dominion wedding if the entire crowd wasn't armed to the teeth and ready to go. She moved a hand to reassure herself of her gun, and blinked as she realized she'd forgotten it in the rush. My God, have I slipped that much?

Making an effort not to clench her jaw, she maintained an outward calm as Speaker and Blu placate the crowd. It irritated her to no end not stepping up and taking charge, but ... this was not her wedding. And for the first time in her memory, she found herself second-guessing her actions in front of so many influential people.

That fact alone made her feel suddenly ill.

Si Ling still examines his fingernails. Boy oh boy, are they interesting. He keeps an ear out for a return for normality, however.

I didn't see or hear a thing, he muses, practicing for the return to the Empire, chuckling internally.

He just knew it would irritate Bao Ling. And so it should. He still hadn't gotten her back for that damned doctor she'd sicced on him not so long ago...

Over near Si Ling, Gregor takes his hand from his sword. Behind him, Tarvi whispers, "So, Gregor. You've brought me along to two big state weddings. In the first, a short little eyeless creature appears, assaults a important leader, and is then messily killed. Oh, and impregnates a Prime Minister. Now this happens. Do you people ever have normal events, or should I bring some demon repelant along when you get around to having one?"

At least, he thinks he whispers. His voice likely carries some distance.

As people look around, they notice a lack of vonKarma, where he /was/ standing that is. He is quickly found standing discreetly behind the intruders.

-Marked, and also to let folks know we have returned-

(OOC: Yay! Sakkra!)

IC:

Kommetrez clasps the stay of his holster back into the safe position. Okay, situation nominal. Why can't -anything- work right for once?

Speaker nods. "See, everything is fine. No need to overreact." Of course, his foot-claws flick in and out inside of his boots in a combination of nervousness and standard paranoid self-defense, but there's no need to tell anyone that.

Wedding ceremonies - a beautiful thing.

Renate remembers two ceremonies of her own... one a quiet, dignified, modified Roman Catholic one. One a serious exchange of vows followed by three days of revelry.

This is much like the first one in spirit, and that one was for better or worse till death does you part. She allows herself a human-style wide smile, holding a hand over her mouth. Eyes tear up slightly.

Marie remembers that first wedding as well, from the life she never really had. She is more melacholy. but she doesn't envy her sister's life anymore. At least not much. She takes care to project an air of calmly happy good will. The good will part is honest.

It's about to begin. And then the interruption. Eyes go flinty. Hands move slightly. Signals squeal, and above a massive security check begins.

Karlo slowly withdrew his hand from inside his pocket...without the pistol. Jur, after observing Speaker to Animals quiet the guests let out a small "hhrumph" turned his attention back to Blu and Maica. The secretary took out his hankerchief and was clumsily trying to dry off the guest in front of him, with mixed results.

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OOC: YAY Sakkra

IC:
Maica looks Omicron in the eyes.
"I do not doubt you Blu, however, the choice between us was not mine to make."
[Communication={Maica}]And I shall love none else. Speaking of Danica...

S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra shakes her head. "May we continue?"

Maica turns to SHODAN.
"Yes please."

Blu smiles at Maica and gently takes his hand in hers before turning to S.H.O.D.A.N.

Please continue.

Nathi let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding with a quiet sigh. She took a seat on the edge of a large planter, schooling her expression to one of relaxed expectation, though she kept her hands clasped rather tightly in her lap.

She looked on, waiting for things to progress.

"Right then." S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra unfolds her arms and returns to kindly celebrant mode with an almost disturbing ease. If the transition wasn't so flawless, one would think that it was just another of her acts. Smiling broadly, she begins to dictate points, one after the other with a highly businesslike but friendly air.

"The mutual marriage agreement you two are to enter is as follows: Both parties are to mutually share any property you own. Both parties are to share mutual concern for the problems and situations of the other. The privacy of each individual party is to be respected, but the stability of the mutual agreement takes precedence. Each party is not to withhold information concerning the physical or psychological health of the other.

"Both parties are to work for the betterment of the mutual agreement, in effect, for each other. Unilateral decisions by a single party are tolerable in extreme situations of duress, but barring that clause, all decisions should be made by consensus between both parties. Decisions concerning any offspring must by their very nature come from mutual consensus. Segmentation of domestic life is to be left to the discretion of the parties involved, but must--again due to its very nature--arise from consensus."

S.H.O.D.A.N. turns to Maica and latches onto his eyes with her own. "Party the first, Maica'telcontar, President of Berserker, do you accept the terms of the marriage agreement as presented?"

Maica glances at Omicron, and then back at SHODAN.
"I do"

OOC: These are sure different than my wedding vows. I just remember being very alert and kind of nervous - especially when the pastor looked at me at the parts when you say "I do".

S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles warmly. "Thus has your signature been added." She turns to Blu and nods. "Party the second, Automata Omicron Blu, Speaker of Angelus, do you accept the terms of the marriage agreement as presented and agreed to by the first party? This is your last opportunity to amend the agreement before acceptance."

Blu smiles softly at Maica.

We amend that the personal property of myself be split half, but not my ownership/command of Angelan forces/craft/facilities/etc. Instead of part ownership, I/We offer free usage by Berserker.

Acceptable?

Maica nods
"Acceptable"

"Very well then." S.H.O.D.A.N. nods. "The agreement has been amended, and the first party's agreement noted and logged. If there is no objection, the first party's signature to the agreement stands. Now, party the second, do you accept the marriage agreement as it currently stands amended?"

She grins.

I do, with all of my heart and the blessing of the ProtoArchailect of Angelus.

S.H.O.D.A.N. grins. "The ProtoArchialect was not addressed as a party but shall be added as a witness to the agreement. I, as negotiator and witness of the vocal signing of the mutal marriage agreement, do declare it immediately binding and active until the mortality of either party or such a time that the agreement is considered null and void by the consensus of the parties involved.

"Copies of the agreement, in hardcopy or digital format complete with voiceprint signatures, will be available upon request."

Jur slowly nods his head in a solemn manner. Fascinating. Simply fascinating. A wedding, but also a pioneering moment I suspect.

Eadwacer thinks to himself about how different this is from Shodan's wedding. So formal . . .

Nathi rises to her feet with the slightest of wobbles. She goes to toast the couple, but remembers belatedly she'd broken her glass.

Maica turns and looks at Omicron, pulls her in, and kisses her with a long passionate kiss, sweeping her off her feet.

Maica turns and looks at Omicron, pulls her in, and kisses her with a long passionate kiss, sweeping her off her feet.

ooc: Yay!

ic:

Blu swoons into Maica's kiss, and she envelopes him with her arms and whole-heartedly kisses back.

# We congratulate you, Entity Omicron Blu. This step as been a major
# accomplishment in Inorganic-Organic relations. May your marriage be long
# and fruitful.
> Thank you, Angelus.

As tradition in the Dominion, Nathicana cheers the couple politely, applauding, careful not to aggravate the minor cuts on her palm.

"Congratulazioni - vita e felicità lunghe! Long life and happiness to you both."

Kommetrez and Speaker-to-Animals fold their arms and nod almost simultaneously. They then look at each other somewhat oddly, and even raise eyebrows simultaneously.

"Out of my head." Kommetrez smiles.

Speaker returns the smile. "Out of mine."

Maica steps forward.
[Comm. to assistant]Showtime
"Thank you Nathi."
He smiles, extends his arms in a broad sweeping motion to the crowd.
"I thank you all for being here. You've all been good friends and companions."
He inhales audibly, as if preparing for something.
"Therefore, before we drink and make merry, and definatly before anyone tries to give us anything, I no, We have a gift for all of you."

A man complete in elaborate robes approaches down the aisle, gently carrying something. He stops and hands it to Maica who gingerly takes it and dismisses the man.

"Honored guests, I present you..." He turns allowing the audiencee to see the small bundled item.
"Danica'telcontar!"

Nathicana strains up on tip-toe to get a better look over the shoulders of taller guests.

Their little one? Good lord, but I thought ... no ... wait ... benefits of multiple avatars. Gods, and I thought my love life was complicated. She tilts her head, looking at the little bundle with a quiet, contemplative expression.

It certainly would make some things ... easier.

Alshai doesn't even feign surprise. Arms still folded, he smugly watches reactions.

Speaker-to-Animals boggles, and then physically assists his lower jaw in meeting the upper with one hand.

Si Ling reaches a hand up to unconciously brush a single trailing tear from his cheek, and silently hopes nobody noticed. And also wishes he had had the chance to ask about that X# fly-past he had suggested; it would have been a lovely addition, he mused.

Gregor chuckles slightly. "I wonder, can a mini-Barry be far behind as well?" he says softly, but deliberately pitching his voice so it can be head throughout the room. Louder, he adds, "Congratulations, Blu, Maica."

vK walks over to Maica and Blu.

"Congratulations, you two! Grand looking child ya got there. Mind if I go ahead and submit her name to the TYCS academy?"

-vk

Maica grins.
"I see no reason not to. She can follow in my footsteps in the academy, become a pilot like her old man."
Maica then glances at Omi, "That is, if it's okay with Omicron."

Nathi gingerly makes her way from the back to a spot where she can see better. She peers curiously at the tiny babe, her head tilted slightly. A soft half-smile appears on her lips.

"She's beautiful you two ... really. Congratulations."

So tiny ... gods, so innocent. What would it be ...

S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles serenely. Beaten to the line again... well, I'm enjoying myself enough. "Ahh, one of the Mainframe's most prized secrets. I'd ask technical questions, but this is not the time for such things."

Blu grins softly. Yes, Danica would make a most excellent pilot... And perhaps she can be trained in some of the diplomacy that comes along with being Speaker?

She winks at SHODAN. Ask me later, SisterAutomata.

Speaker-to-Animals perks his bat-wing ears up at the words 'diplomacy' and 'Speaker' in close proximity to one another. Not being so egocentric that he doesn't realize that he's not addressed, he still takes the opportunity to walk up through the crowd, smiling broadly with closed lips. "I could help with that, if you want. I hope my skills are sufficient."

Alshai just shakes his head and smiles. [Communication={Blu}] Speaker likes kids. You're in for it now, Blu.

Maica looks at everyone looking upon Danica eagerly.
"Who wants to hold her?" He looks about, noting everyone's looks, and sees that Speaker looks particularly eager.
[Semi-Internal]Hmmm, Would he eat....Nahh
"Speaker, would you like to hold her?"

Si Ling cocks his head to one side, remaining seated, and looking more than a little confused at goings-on.

They... are open about who their children are? How... bizarre.

He remains seated. And how strange. Complimenting the parents on the child. That's... almost rude. The parents know the child is beautiful; why would anyone need to tell them?

Si Ling looks on, rather bemused.

It's right about now that Siri rushes into the room... again.

"I got it! I have them! I have the vows!" She holds up a datapad, whose screen is dense with lines of Quenya script. The room suddenly goes quiet and lots of people look at her oddly. Finally someone whispers, "They're already married."

Siri blinks. ".....Oh." :(

~Siri

"Speaker, would you like to hold her?"
Speaker blinks, somewhat surprised at the offer, then nods. "I would be honored, sir." The infant transferred to him, he cradles it in one brawny arm, apparently doing quite well.

Alshai makes his way to Sirithil and motions for her to go off to the side. He whispers softly "Well, it was intended to be a dual vow service... so I'm sure we can get everyone settled and you can do your bit."

Maica spots Siri.
"Sorry Milady, the heat of the moment type of thing."
"We would still love to have you present your half of the vows."

Blu nods and takes Maica's hand in hers. In the concept of physicalities, Our assets have been joined, but in the spiritual realm? Though We cannot recognize a "soul" within Ourselves, there is a definite essence that is there.

She smiles at Sirithil. Please, offer your vows.

Once again everyone took there seats, Danica staying with Speaker, and Maica and Omicron approached the alter once more.
[Comm. to Omi]Hehe, it's like a second marriage. The first one went by fast.
Omi elbows Maica gently, and he smiles back.
"I kid, I kid."

They then stop and face each other once more.
"Alright Lady Sirithil, we're ready."

Siri smiles warmly, feeling much better now that she gets to do her part.

"All right then," she says. She glances once to the bride, and once to the groom. "I... assume you have the rings, right?" she asks.

~Siri

OOC: Since Angelus isn't on, we'll just say Omicron has one too.

Maica pats his pocket, assuring himself it is still there.
"Yes, yes I do"
He looks at Omicron who smiles.
And I have one as well

Blu smiles, and she slips her hand inside her corset, pulling the chain upon which the ring (http://amycoding.redline.ru/shinuz0/img/gallery/3d/11_5_ring2.jpg) is attached. She quickly covers it before Maica can see it, and she gently unloops it from around her neck.

I believe we are ready, Lady Sirithil.

Throwing away the mild culture clash of preceding events in his mind, Si Ling's eyes shift their focus, and decidedly from here on out remain fixed on Sirithil; it is more an examination, a study of features, than anything else. Rialla must have more Quendi genes than most of our species, he muses.

D'ron watches Siri at the front of the gathering, as does Lesley.

He had no idea where Jessica was though. As he waited for Lady Siri to begin he looked around carefully. She had better be here, watching, learning. Or we're going to have a talk when we get back home.

Eadwacer watches the proceedings with a bit of well concealed distrust. Though Lady Sirithil was present at the wedding he hosted, he never met with her. For that matter, he has never met an elf before in his life. All he knows of them comes from the great epic poem "Beowulf." The only mention of elves echoes through his head:

Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold,
fen ond fæsten; fifelcynnes eard
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wonsæli wer weardode hwile,
siþðan him scyppend forscrifen hæfde
in Caines cynne. þone cwealm gewræc
ece drihten, þæs þe he Abel slog;
ne gefeah he þære fæhðe, ac he hine feor forwræc,
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metod for þy mane, mancynne fram.
þanon untydras ealle onwocon,
eotenas ond ylfe ond orcneas,
swylce gigantas, þa wið gode wunnon
lange þrage; he him ðæs lean forgeald.

On Cain's kin was the killing avenged for Slaughtered Abel, by almighty God.
...
From thence all awoke that woeful breed, Ents (giants) and Elves, and Orcneas (orcs),
as well as giants that warred with God . . . !

And here before him was the cousin of Grendel, he who had ravaged the winhal of his forbears, and was lain to gentle and deserved rest by his ancestor, trusted and honored in the winhal of a friend.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/eadwacer/eadwacer.jpg
Eadwacer, Bearnes Garþeow, Mearclanda þeoden, Freodes Weard, Titanes Secg, Yutes Eorl

She watches Speaker take Danica into his huge, gentle paws with a mix of wonder and trepidation. Not for the girl's safety in his hands, but out of her own anxiousness at wanting to hold the tiny babe, but not daring to. Too many thoughts and emotions conflicted as it was.

Nathi fades back a bit from the scene, finding herself next to Eadwacer. She smiles softly, nodding her head to him. Sensing something of his mood, but not having a clue as to what had him so quiet, she unobtrusively reaches down and gives his hand a brief, friendly squeeze. then turns her attention back to the elven vow-taking.

Jur watched as Sirithil burst in announcing that she found the vows. Interesting, he mused did she misplace them during the ceremony? One would have thought she would be better prepared.Ah well, a very interesting ceremony - even though its quite informal compared to our own.

[OOC: Questioning 'is this over or just unendingly paused' bumpity?]

[OOC: Questioning 'is this over or just unendingly paused' bumpity?]

OOC: I'm wondering the same thing myself. :) BTW Ma-tek, dontcha like walruses?

ooc: I think that this is over. We have already proceeded to the next phase of the RP planning, and Siri seems to be in no hurry to present her vows.

Let's just pretend that they were very pretty and well-scripted. Blu .almost. cried for joy, and Maica blushed slightly at Siri's use of sexuality in her vows.

So, it all ended quite happily, and everyone had a grand 'ole time.

The End.

To see what happens to Danica, read this thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=53746)

OOC: Well if this is over, everyone can come to my wedding.

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64400