A Sub Species Ball? (a Non-Human RP IC)

[AHSCA]

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A large full moon rose in the sky, the starts twinkled and upon the waters off the AHSCA island of Animalpolis was a floating city of light the large grand personal ship of Premier Millhiore "Milihi" Firianno Biscotti. The party wasn't quite her idea, it was more a conspiracy formed by her personal maid, Mei-Mei and Milihi's husband Cinque as a means to help brighten her spirits from the lack of support for non-humans but in a clever way they both made it seem like it was all Milli's idea. Regardless it was the first time she'd be entertaining guests within her bounds as opposed to traveling. It wasn't usual for a Governor of the states to entertain foreign leaders it was piratically forbidden but there were occasions it could be done and Duchess Villa was always willing to listen to her fellow leaders' requests.

Millihi emerged onto deck after getting dressed to see her husband staring out onto the dark water. "Great evening for a party." she said to him

"Oh you look lovely as always." He took her hands "Are you nervous?" He caught sight of her tail moving erratically

"Oh I guess, a little, I'm use to one-on-one meetings but so many guests at once?"

"Oh come on your perfect for this." he kissed her. "You already can sing to crowds just as big and hey at least it's mostly non-humans for this. This time I'm the odd man out"

"Oh you're the best, Cinque!"

"Well it's why you married me, right?"

"Lady?" Her maiden also poked her head out from behind a curtain that separated the open cabin door to the deck they were standing on. "Captain, the room is ready. Good news too, weather forecast calls for clear and calm condition and not a storm cloud in sight!"

"Thank you, Mei-Mei."

"Nothing of it, Good Lady. And the kitchens are running full blast on schedule so as soon as the first guests arrive they can help themselves to anything they wish" The maid retreated through the curtain the husband and wife took a moment more, they probably hadn't been this nervous and excited since their wedding day. The warm tropical night made it ideal to have the party up on the main boat deck fiery torches and lanterns bathed everything in orange, yellow and red lighting from the top of the highest mast to the individual port holes that dotted the ship. Those guests who'd be arriving by would be escorted from the runways of the Embassy Island to the docks and to the ship those who were arriving by sea would be lucky enough to connect directly and walk right onto the deck.

[Boejoe]

Dusk.

It was dusk. Tyler C. Qipe and his ambassador Adam McGarry, were on one side of the spacecraft. Tyler C. Boyer and one of his employees, Anna henrison (who's secretly a vampire), were on the other side of the ship. They were almost at embassy island. They had traveled for almost a day now zooming around planets at almost the speed of light to get here. They had finnaly arrived. The scene below on the island was beautiful. There were so many lights in the city, and the Airport, with runways dotted with lights. And the stars, there were so many. The view was magnificent. "Were finally here!" Tyler Boyer said as they were landing there spacecraft. "That view was magnificent!" Said Tyler Qipe. They were getting out of there ship when some people greeted them. "Welcome!" They said. Tyler Boyer said "so, where's this party at?" "It's on a ship near here" those people said. Tyler Qipe said "so where is this ship?" "Well, that's where we're taking you. Come." They walked to a dock where they got onto a small little boat. On that, they went to the big ship, where the party was located. "Wow!" Anna said. "This looks amazing!"

[Whalestron]

Chester had boarded the small teleportation vessel, appearing at the docks in a few moments, a large and colorful dust dispersing before completely disappearing, spread into thin air. Cooper stumbled at Chester's side, regaining his footing pretty quickly. "Hate traveling like that.." The husky grumbled, only to be plopped onto a life boat. Cooper sat adjacent to Chester, who really only brought him for the express reasons of companionship and the fact that he couldn't stray too far from him without a sharp pain in each individuals' heart.

Cooper was the first to leap onto the large boat, followed quickly by Chester, who hadn't dropped his good attitude since they arrived. "Remember, don't get into any fights.. This is extremely important." He whispered as they approached the main party.

[AHSCA]

"Welcome aboard" Guards stationed each end would welcome their guests aboard. "Welcome aboard the Kaze. Your hostess she's further to the bow that way."

Any guests who would walk up the deck. Mililhi's ears perked up with excitement as the first "Oh distinguished guests, welcome, welcome aboard! I'm so thrilled you came out to join my little gala. Oh I'm "Millhiore Biscotti but you can call me Milihi or Milli is also fine. And this is my husband Cinque."

"Ah pleasure" Cinque said

[Pherdistan]

The small, fluffy cloud drifted gently through the breeze, getting ever closer to the party yacht. Ahmed was dejectedly scrolling through his iPhone, refreshing to see if he had gotten any signal in the past thirty seconds. No luck.

"Will you put that thing down already? We're nearly there, and I don't want our hosts thinking we're some inconsiderate snobs," said Bubblegum, nudging the crown prince, who reluctantly put the phone back into a small cloth saddlebag. "How much longer, Nails?"

"ETA's five minutes, Ms. Chairpony."

"How much longer are you gonna call me that, Nails?"

"As long as you're chair, Ms. Chairpony." Bubblegum sighed. Some ponies just wouldn't let it go.

As it was, they arrived, five minutes later, right on the dot, at the gangplank leading up to the boat, with two other delegations having narrowly beat them to it. The Premier of AHSCA had come out to meet them, as much as Bubblegum could tell, and was inviting them aboard the Kaze. The chairpony and Nails both nodded a greeting, as did Ahmed after a little prodding, and they made to go aboard the ship.

[AHSCA]

The Chairpony and her entourage were welcomed by the posted guards and they were able to make way through the small group whom had gathered already. "Oh my lucky stars!" Milihi nearly leapt for joy at the sight of more arrivals. "Oh welcome welcome, thank you for coming!" Once again she was able to introduce herself and her husband. "Thanks again for coming it was really a test to get this evening planned and put together."

[Carnelian Island]

After a busy day of working, Shiefa was looking forward to spending time at a lovely gala put together by Premier Biscotti. Carnelian and AHSCA had a long harmonous history together even if this wasn't an official state event, it was important to show neighborly support for their like minded friends. Plus an event entirely for non-humans and a chance to spend it with her girlfriend, Safira, what better way to spend an evening. Shiefa took a quick detour over to neighboring state, Corona Island to pick up Safira "Oh you look cute!" she complimented the cute dress she made.

"Oh it's nothing, just something I made a little while ago, I was going to sell it but I just ended up liking it too much."

"Well it looks great on you. Shall we?"

Hand in hand they returned to the boat that took them to the Kaze where they were boarded and welcomed. "Let's see where is she? Oh there! Looks like she's already got some guests so we'll just have to wait our turn I suppose."

"Oh she's so pretty in that dress!"

"You didn't make that, did you?"

"No, not me. I would make her something nice though if she asked. But it would be improper of me to ask her for that."

"mmmm" Shiefa had a glint in her eyes, maybe she'd wrestle a favor out of the lovely Premier tonight for the love of her life. "Look at the moon, it sure is lovely tonight"

"Always nice to see the moon instead of lightning this time of the year"

[Boejoe]

Dusk.

Anna, The Tylers, and Adam were welcomed on to the ship. "This seems nice. I hope we can have a good time!" Said Tyler Boyer. "Yeah..." said Anna. The Tylers and Adam decided to go get refreshments while Anna stayed near the entrance. "Anna! You coming?" Said tyler Boyer. "Oh... You go ahead. I'll catch up" said Anna. "Well, ok..." said Tyler Boyer as he looked at the punch. The nice, piano music made Tyler Qipe feel calm. He then remembered that Tyler Boyer could play piano. "Tyler B., how about you go ask if you can play the piano." "I guess I can go ask. But first I want some food and punch. Also, I brought some brownies for the party" Tyler Boyer said as he took the brownies out of his backpack that he brought and put the brownies on the table. " I made these myself too!" He said. "They look delicious!" Said Tyler Qipe as he took one and took a bite out of it. " They are delicious too!" He said. "Thanks!" Said Tyler Boyer as he took 3 of the brownies, and a cup of punch. "I hope that other people like my brownies too!" He said as he ate the brownies, and drank the punch. "Now I'll go see if I can play a song or 2 on the piano."

[AHSCA]

With Milli a bit occupied welcoming the latest guests and new ones constantly arriving it was getting a bit overwhelming. She spotted the Carnelian entourage arriving, she'd have to make time they were a very important friend and ally to AHSCA but she couldn't be rude. She was going to make way over but got caught up a bit.

With Tyler wandering over to the piano he'd come upon a young lady in a tux, normal human part of the entertainment but no less playing her best efforts. "Good evening." She wished "If I didn't spot the glint of a musician in you then I must be quite a loon." She said still continuing her measure. Almost as if she could read his mind she continued "If you wish to play, I'm happy to let you on for a bit, my fingers do need a rest and besides no one said a guest couldn't indulge themselves in piano."

[Boejoe]

With Milli a bit occupied welcoming the latest guests and new ones constantly arriving it was getting a bit overwhelming. She spotted the Carnelian entourage arriving, she'd have to make time they were a very important friend and ally to AHSCA but she couldn't be rude. She was going to make way over but got caught up a bit.

With Tyler wandering over to the piano he'd come upon a young lady in a tux, normal human part of the entertainment but no less playing her best efforts. "Good evening." She wished "If I didn't spot the glint of a musician in you then I must be quite a loon." She said still continuing her measure. Almost as if she could read his mind she continued "If you wish to play, I'm happy to let you on for a bit, my fingers do need a rest and besides no one said a guest couldn't indulge themselves in piano."

Dusk.

Tyler Boyer said" thank you!" Then, he walked over to the piano and sat down. "I'll play sunrise sonatina first. Then I can do 2 minuets" he said. He started playing sunrise sonatina beautifully. Meanwhile, Tyler qipe was hanging out with Adam McGarry near the refreshments. " Look at him play! He's awesome at piano!" Said Tyler Qipe. "He really is!" Said Adam." He's also a good cook. These brownies are awesome!" "I know right?" Said Tyler Qipe. "Yeah" said Adam. "Maybe we should go introduce ourselves to some other guests? I'd love to try and get an embassy here." "I know you love your job. I love mine as well, but how about you try to just make friends. At least acquaintances. Also, If we become friends with the leaders of this country Adam, that might be the way to get an embassy here. Maybe even become allies with this country." "Well then what are we waiting for?" Said Adam. Tyler Qipe and Adam walked over to where everyone else was to meet some people as Tyler Boyer was playing the third part to his sonatina. Meanwhile, Anna was near the entrance, twitching a little. she went to the bathroom, pulled out some weird drink and drank it. "That's better" she said as she left the bathroom.

[Dragonellis]

The many gentle candlelights of the candelabra flickered softly, illuminating the dust within the stale air. The room was awash with a modest orange glow, the profuse and warm light shining off of the waxed wooden floors. The Draan stood in the middle of the modestly decorated parlor, arms held aloft to his sides so that the tailor poised behind him could continue to stitch and weave thread through the doublet's armpits. The adjustments to the fit had been going on for a good while, and it was evident that time'd eroded the Dragon's patience. As it was, this was a necessary evil for formal occasions. One could never attend anything wearing the clothes of a common ragpicker, could they?

Tharos exhaled, a long-winded sigh bellowing from his mouth as his head cradled backwards. His arms'd grown stiff from having been propped up for so long - he yearned to move, but he could still feel the tailor fumbling around with the upper sleeve of the doublet. The passage of time wouldn't have been so much a drag were it not for the fact that the tailor shunned the premise of striking up conversation, leaving only an atmosphere of listless ennui.

The Draan's muscles continued to stage protest, and he eventually decided to roll one of his wrists - adjusting his arm slightly as he spoke up a quip to the Tailor. "You the sort to scorn imperial gold?"

Just like that, he felt the fumbling cease as he paid attention to the voice behind him. "It still has its uses, so it will suffice. The gentleman can lower his arms, it seems that I can't quite get the fit tailored to you." the Tailor responded in a baritone manner, sounding as haughty as one from a high society might ever even in light of the fact that their admonishment of the Draan's attitude was rather apparent. It elicited a mild sneer from Tharos as they rolled their shoulders. "I can tell. I'm going to have fun breaking this thing in around the shoulders, assuming my arms don't lose their circulation first." he chimed back, before beckoning over to a table perched in one of the room's corners, namely pointing to a small drawn-up linen pouch that was sat atop its surface. "The agreed amount, as declared."

He turned around, shooting a momentary glance towards the Tailor as they strode off towards the corner in order to account what they'd earned for the work - a completely shallow look plastered across their guise. Tharos merely furrowed his eyeridges to a degree, following along in their footsteps as he spoke in a rather coy manner. "Am I free to leave now? Surely, we can't possibly waste any more time fiddling with drawstrings and the likes."

"We could, if the Gentleman wished of it. However, it seems that he has an event to attend whilst the working class of the world stick to their regular duties." was the response he got. A slight intermission passed, the Tailor turning to glance at the Draan so as to assuage his sense of mild resentment. However, he found no sense of solace in the given response, or the lack thereof. Tharos seemed dead set on simply leaving the premises, which urged the Tailor to simply sigh and continue. "Yes, however. You may so depart, if you wish. Just-.."

Before the statement had so much as almost finished, the Draan'd almost left the parlor. He was halfway out of the door before he'd paused. A mildly chilly draft blew into the room, the candlelit room's light flickering about as the lanterns shifted midst the gusts. "Just make sure that it isn't ruined before I can present myself. Wouldn't want to ruin the hard work put into your craft, would we?" Tharos continued in a deadpan manner, drawing himself back so as to dip his head back into the room. One affirmative nod was all he required, and that was what he'd got as a response. Before the Tailor could so much as blink, the White Draan had already shifted out of the frame and into the night-basked street. The transition from a warm interior to the somewhat chilly environment outside of the Tailor's shop was a welcome change for the White Draan, his breath turning to vapor midst the cold as he ushered a mild sigh of content.

Tharos stood midst the empty alleyways, casting a sideways glance both ways. All was clear at this time of day, nary a soul wandering. The slight breeze permeating the streets foretold of mild wind within the skies, but the star-laden sky was clear of clouds - the moon shining brightly. So picturesque. It would have looked even better from above, given the optimal conditions for flight. The Draan slowly began to unfurl its wings, the various claws of the 'hand' stretching out the patagium until it stood rigid. He was careful throughout the motion, ensuring that the holes in the back of the doublet were properly fitted and wouldn't tear due to snagging on the wings, but no such problem arose. Then, with a swift motion, the Draan crouched - the raised wings beating down in tandem as he leapt up into the air, providing a great bout of lift. The wings beat down once more, and then once again - propelling him into the sky. Once airborne and above the various rooftops, he propelled himself forward into a swift glide. He knew the location to which he was destined, but it'd have taken time, regardless of being able to fly. Sooner than he could anticipate, the land beneath him disappeared - giving way to the calm waves of an ocean...

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The steady swings maintained the Draan's altitude, teetering every now and then as the wind disturbed an otherwise even flight. His attire, so meticulously and painstakingly fitted, held up rather well to the strenuous motion. To the untrained eye, one could have perhaps mistaken him for an oversized bat in fashion befitting of the sixteenth century were he only slightly more discernable midst the night sky. But yet, as time elapsed between his departure - the view of a distant island came into his perspective, with a rather sizable vessel moored yet still. One of his hands broke formation, reaching to his belt so it could rifle around through the sole leather satchel sewn into the material. With a tight-fisted grasp so as to not lose it to the unyielding winds, he removed a small card. Proof of identity that would hopefully ward off any scrutiny from suspecting parties. His eyes scanned over the glossy surface, removed from the wide expanse in front of him as he double-checked to confirm that all was in order.

Tharos was closing. He kept the card clutched within his grasp, and he gingerly banked forward in order to begin a steady descent. The ends of his wings furled up in resistance, dragging against the wind in order to provide resistance - slowing himself down so he wouldn't overshoot his mark. And no sooner than he was over the structure, he whisked himself forward so as to go feet-first, swiftly beating his wings so as to manage his descent and landing. As his feet touched down against the ground, his knees buckled - absorbing whatever momentum remained, and swiftly dissipating it as a rather inordinate amount of pain around the joints. His form of travel was hardly luxurious by any means, but it got the job done in proper Draan form. The only thing that could have stood to improve was his ability to land, for his work was clumsy in comparison to the grace sometimes put on show by others of his kin.

He hissed slightly as he rose to his feet, the seething pain in his legs slowly dissipating as he began to move again. The Draan's stride took him beyond the base of the pier, marching forward with a slight hobble to his step initially. With a singular purpose, he sought to disregard any given attention from his landing display - moving towards the boarding point of the dock so he could access the vessel.

Tharos swiftly pocketed his card upon admission, his glance turning to face towards the bow-side of the vessel. He hadn't any inkling of whether or not he was late, but there was only one way he'd find out. The Draan swallowed whatever semblance of pride he once had as he began to trudge along the walkway. He was quickly reminded of just how much he didn't like these sorts of events, if only because of the fact that he believed he looked like a fool. The neck cravat was too tight, whilst the doublet constricted his arms to a degree. He thought to himself about what he wouldn't have given for a much more practical attire, but the circumstances were against him. This was his job, after all. Didn't mean he had to like certain aspects of it, however. But his thoughts wavered, and as he paced along, his attention came to rest on the Kaze itself. It was, for all intents and purposes, certainly impressive in its appearance. He could only hazard guesses pertaining to its technological marvels, which led him to cast a glance off of the side of the ship to peer over to the adjacent island.

It all dawned on the Draan within the span of a moment. A wry smirk appeared on his visage, underlined with his toothy maw. Perhaps, for once, he could have looked past all of his grievances. That way, he could atleast try to enjoy his stay. He was in a foreign land all on his own. He had to make the most of it, for his sake.

Eventually, he'd have come to perceive the alleged grouping on the bow - taking a moment to survey those present for the initial moment. He looked over each individual readily, cross-comparing their guises with the given description in his mind. 'Which of them was Millhiore?' However, the train of thought wouldn't last out of the stark fear of looking like a bumbling fool. In the end, he'd simply pace forward - placing a hand on his own chest whilst holding his other arm out to his side. He leaned forward, performing a humble bow to the group as a whole as he thought to introduce himself. "Sirs and Dames. Beg pardon, for I fear that I may be late. Prithee, to whom do I owe this honor?" he announced to nobody in particular. For those present, it's likely that he was addressing any and all in the name of striking up conversation.

[AHSCA]

The steady swings maintained the Draan's altitude, teetering every now and then as the wind disturbed an otherwise even flight. His attire, so meticulously and painstakingly fitted, held up rather well to the strenuous motion. To the untrained eye, one could have perhaps mistaken him for an oversized bat in fashion befitting of the sixteenth century were he only slightly more discernable midst the night sky. But yet, as time elapsed between his departure - the view of a distant island came into his perspective, with a rather sizable vessel moored yet still. One of his hands broke formation, reaching to his belt so it could rifle around through the sole leather satchel sewn into the material. With a tight-fisted grasp so as to not lose it to the unyielding winds, he removed a small card. Proof of identity that would hopefully ward off any scrutiny from suspecting parties. His eyes scanned over the glossy surface, removed from the wide expanse in front of him as he double-checked to confirm that all was in order.

Tharos was closing. He kept the card clutched within his grasp, and he gingerly banked forward in order to begin a steady descent. The ends of his wings furled up in resistance, dragging against the wind in order to provide resistance - slowing himself down so he wouldn't overshoot his mark. And no sooner than he was over the structure, he whisked himself forward so as to go feet-first, swiftly beating his wings so as to manage his descent and landing. As his feet touched down against the ground, his knees buckled - absorbing whatever momentum remained, and swiftly dissipating it as a rather inordinate amount of pain around the joints. His form of travel was hardly luxurious by any means, but it got the job done in proper Draan form. The only thing that could have stood to improve was his ability to land, for his work was clumsy in comparison to the grace sometimes put on show by others of his kin.

He hissed slightly as he rose to his feet, the seething pain in his legs slowly dissipating as he began to move again. The Draan's stride took him beyond the base of the pier, marching forward with a slight hobble to his step initially. With a singular purpose, he sought to disregard any given attention from his landing display - moving towards the boarding point of the dock so he could access the vessel.

Tharos swiftly pocketed his card upon admission, his glance turning to face towards the bow-side of the vessel. He hadn't any inkling of whether or not he was late, but there was only one way he'd find out. The Draan swallowed whatever semblance of pride he once had as he began to trudge along the walkway. He was quickly reminded of just how much he didn't like these sorts of events, if only because of the fact that he believed he looked like a fool. The neck cravat was too tight, whilst the doublet constricted his arms to a degree. He thought to himself about what he wouldn't have given for a much more practical attire, but the circumstances were against him. This was his job, after all. Didn't mean he had to like certain aspects of it, however. But his thoughts wavered, and as he paced along, his attention came to rest on the Kaze itself. It was, for all intents and purposes, certainly impressive in its appearance. He could only hazard guesses pertaining to its technological marvels, which led him to cast a glance off of the side of the ship to peer over to the adjacent island.

It all dawned on the Draan within the span of a moment. A wry smirk appeared on his visage, underlined with his toothy maw. Perhaps, for once, he could have looked past all of his grievances. That way, he could atleast try to enjoy his stay. He was in a foreign land all on his own. He had to make the most of it, for his sake.

Eventually, he'd have come to perceive the alleged grouping on the bow - taking a moment to survey those present for the initial moment. He looked over each individual readily, cross-comparing their guises with the given description in his mind. 'Which of them was Millhiore?' However, the train of thought wouldn't last out of the stark fear of looking like a bumbling fool. In the end, he'd simply pace forward - placing a hand on his own chest whilst holding his other arm out to his side. He leaned forward, performing a humble bow to the group as a whole as he thought to introduce himself. "Sirs and Dames. Beg pardon, for I fear that I may be late. Prithee, to whom do I owe this honor?" he announced to nobody in particular. For those present, it's likely that he was addressing any and all in the name of striking up conversation.

Millihi's attention once again grabbed by another arrival she turned to look only to be confused she didn't see anyone else in the crowds who seemed to project such an intense voice she craned her neck and towering over her was a mighty Draan. "Oh my, you must be Tharos-Dei? Ah so nice to meet you, I'm Millhiore Biscotti, I'm the hostess of the party and I want to thank you for coming! It's an honor to meet you and so many of these other fine guests here." Next to her her husband stood wide eyed and surprised, no doubt both of them were mere dwarves in his eyes. "Cinque, say hello."

"Ah, right. Cpl. Cinque Izumi I'm her husband."

"I do owe a bit to him for helping me put this together."

"Well my dear wife is the one who runs the show I just stand to be her words of encouragement."

"You're too modest, you know." she nuzzled him then planted a quick kiss on him.

Tyler Boyer said" thank you!" Then, he walked over to the piano and sat down. "I'll play sunrise sonatina first. Then I can do 2 minuets" he said. He started playing sunrise sonatina beautifully. Meanwhile, Tyler qipe was hanging out with Adam McGarry near the refreshments. " Look at him play! He's awesome at piano!" Said Tyler Qipe. "He really is!" Said Adam." He's also a good cook. These brownies are awesome!" "I know right?" Said Tyler Qipe. "Yeah" said Adam. "Maybe we should go introduce ourselves to some other guests? I'd love to try and get an embassy here." "I know you love your job. I love mine as well, but how about you try to just make friends. At least acquaintances. Also, If we become friends with the leaders of this country Adam, that might be the way to get an embassy here. Maybe even become allies with this country." "Well then what are we waiting for?" Said Adam. Tyler Qipe and Adam walked over to where everyone else was to meet some people as Tyler Boyer was playing the third part to his sonatina. Meanwhile, Anna was near the entrance, twitching a little. she went to the bathroom, pulled out some weird drink and drank it. "That's better" she said as she left the bathroom.

The musical sounds of the piano again caught her ears which wiggled and wagged "Mmm that's very lovely. Ahh the music of the night. Martiel really is playing her heart out."

"Mmm dear, I think she's on a break take a look." Cinque nudged her sights over to the piano

"Oh!" She quickly made her way over to say hello and compliment "Good evening!" She cheerfully said "You're quite good at the piano aren't you?"

After a busy day of working, Shiefa was looking forward to spending time at a lovely gala put together by Premier Biscotti. Carnelian and AHSCA had a long harmonous history together even if this wasn't an official state event, it was important to show neighborly support for their like minded friends. Plus an event entirely for non-humans and a chance to spend it with her girlfriend, Safira, what better way to spend an evening. Shiefa took a quick detour over to neighboring state, Corona Island to pick up Safira "Oh you look cute!" she complimented the cute dress she made.

"Oh it's nothing, just something I made a little while ago, I was going to sell it but I just ended up liking it too much."

"Well it looks great on you. Shall we?"

Hand in hand they returned to the boat that took them to the Kaze where they were boarded and welcomed. "Let's see where is she? Oh there! Looks like she's already got some guests so we'll just have to wait our turn I suppose."

"Oh she's so pretty in that dress!"

"You didn't make that, did you?"

"No, not me. I would make her something nice though if she asked. But it would be improper of me to ask her for that."

"mmmm" Shiefa had a glint in her eyes, maybe she'd wrestle a favor out of the lovely Premier tonight for the love of her life. "Look at the moon, it sure is lovely tonight"

"Always nice to see the moon instead of lightning this time of the year"

"Madam ambassador, how great it is to see you here tonight! Oh this must be your special guest!"

[Grand Viscovian Kingdom]

Charles finally arrived at the palace, he noticed the architecture, and he walked with his guards up to the doors and entered, he looked around at the strange faces and thought 'remember, keep an open mind'

He held a sword sheathed in an ivory sheath, a traditional gift of the Viscount family, its blade was hand forged out titanium, and was fashioned after a Cavalry sabre of the Napoleonic Era

[Arctica-Aleutia]

An antique car sped along the beachside toward the docks. Wyatt, wearing driving goggles and gloves in addition to his red and blue army uniform, chatted with a hitchhiker he'd picked up. In the car's closed rear compartment Larisa, wearing a black dress, sat facing her two adopted children. Marty was holding a Polaroid camera up to the window glass, snapping pictures of anything the least bit interesting. Duncan, in human form, sat with his face buried in a book, oblivious to the passing scenery.

The travelers had arrived in the country earlier that day on an Arctica-Aleutian passenger liner. The ship was large and slow, but during the long journey they had met lots of new people and even some old friends. All in all, ship travel had been a much better choice than air travel. Privately, Larisa was glad there hadn't been a land route from home to here, as that would have led to Wyatt insisting on driving the whole way. Larisa liked to spend as little time as possible in "that terrible old car", as she called it.

Suddenly the car screeched to a halt, nearly throwing Larisa to the floor. She rolled her eyes and smiled. She loved Wyatt, but once they were married he was going to have to get a different car. Preferably one with seatbelts.

The four took a waiting skiff out to the ship. Larisa felt better out of the car and in the moonlight. Vampires were creatures of the night, after all.

They were dropped off on the Kaze, and Wyatt greeted the hostess.

"Greetings, madam! I am president Wyatt Wizzard II of Arctica-Aleutia, and this is my fiancée Larisa and her children."

[AHSCA]

Charles finally arrived at the palace, he noticed the architecture, and he walked with his guards up to the doors and entered, he looked around at the strange faces and thought 'remember, keep an open mind'

He held a sword sheathed in an ivory sheath, a traditional gift of the Viscount family, its blade was hand forged out titanium, and was fashioned after a Cavalry sabre of the Napoleonic Era

(for clarity sake you are on the private ship of the party hostess but no worries just wanted you to know)

"More guests!" Millihi getting a bit overwhelmed now but thankfully some of the other guests had moved around to mingle with others. "Oh my what a marvelous looking sword! Perfect craftsmanship perfect form. Oh my thank you kindly for this it's a most generous gift."

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An antique car sped along the beachside toward the docks. Wyatt, wearing driving goggles and gloves in addition to his red and blue army uniform, chatted with a hitchhiker he'd picked up. In the car's closed rear compartment Larisa, wearing a black dress, sat facing her two adopted children. Marty was holding a Polaroid camera up to the window glass, snapping pictures of anything the least bit interesting. Duncan, in human form, sat with his face buried in a book, oblivious to the passing scenery.

The travelers had arrived in the country earlier that day on an Arctica-Aleutian passenger liner. The ship was large and slow, but during the long journey they had met lots of new people and even some old friends. All in all, ship travel had been a much better choice than air travel. Privately, Larisa was glad there hadn't been a land route from home to here, as that would have led to Wyatt insisting on driving the whole way. Larisa liked to spend as little time as possible in "that terrible old car", as she called it.

Suddenly the car screeched to a halt, nearly throwing Larisa to the floor. She rolled her eyes and smiled. She loved Wyatt, but once they were married he was going to have to get a different car. Preferably one with seatbelts.

The four took a waiting skiff out to the ship. Larisa felt better out of the car and in the moonlight. Vampires were creatures of the night, after all.

They were dropped off on the Kaze, and Wyatt greeted the hostess.

"Greetings, madam! I am president Wyatt Wizzard II of Arctica-Aleutia, and this is my fiancée Larisa and her children."

"Oh welcome aboard, Mr. President! I am Millhiore Biscotti and this is my husband, Captain Cinque Izumi. Thank you for coming I really appreciate it"

[Grand Viscovian Kingdom]

Charles finally arrived at the palace, he noticed the architecture, and he walked with his guards up to the doors and entered, he looked around at the strange faces and thought 'remember, keep an open mind'

He held a sword sheathed in an ivory sheath, a traditional gift of the Viscount family, its blade was hand forged out titanium, and was fashioned after a Cavalry sabre of the Napoleonic Era

(for clarity sake you are on the private ship of the party hostess but no worries just wanted you to know)

"More guests!" Millihi getting a bit overwhelmed now but thankfully some of the other guests had moved around to mingle with others. "Oh my what a marvelous looking sword! Perfect craftsmanship perfect form. Oh my thank you kindly for this it's a most generous gift."

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An antique car sped along the beachside toward the docks. Wyatt, wearing driving goggles and gloves in addition to his red and blue army uniform, chatted with a hitchhiker he'd picked up. In the car's closed rear compartment Larisa, wearing a black dress, sat facing her two adopted children. Marty was holding a Polaroid camera up to the window glass, snapping pictures of anything the least bit interesting. Duncan, in human form, sat with his face buried in a book, oblivious to the passing scenery.

The travelers had arrived in the country earlier that day on an Arctica-Aleutian passenger liner. The ship was large and slow, but during the long journey they had met lots of new people and even some old friends. All in all, ship travel had been a much better choice than air travel. Privately, Larisa was glad there hadn't been a land route from home to here, as that would have led to Wyatt insisting on driving the whole way. Larisa liked to spend as little time as possible in "that terrible old car", as she called it.

Suddenly the car screeched to a halt, nearly throwing Larisa to the floor. She rolled her eyes and smiled. She loved Wyatt, but once they were married he was going to have to get a different car. Preferably one with seatbelts.

The four took a waiting skiff out to the ship. Larisa felt better out of the car and in the moonlight. Vampires were creatures of the night, after all.

They were dropped off on the Kaze, and Wyatt greeted the hostess.

"Greetings, madam! I am president Wyatt Wizzard II of Arctica-Aleutia, and this is my fiancée Larisa and her children."

"Oh welcome aboard, Mr. President! I am Millhiore Biscotti and this is my husband, Captain Cinque Izumi. Thank you for coming I really appreciate it"

Charles said "it is a tradition with my family to present a sword from the Royal smith to another royal family, the sword is based on a napoleonic era Cavalry saver known for its extreme sharpness for a sword of the time" he then said "I am glad to be here representing the Grand Kingdom, and I hope it will a productive time her tonight"

[AHSCA]

Charles said "it is a tradition with my family to present a sword from the Royal smith to another royal family, the sword is based on a napoleonic era Cavalry saver known for its extreme sharpness for a sword of the time" he then said "I am glad to be here representing the Grand Kingdom, and I hope it will a productive time her tonight"

"Well I'm thrilled you could take time to come here, tonight, especially as a regular human. I wouldn't think a regular would take interest in a party mostly made for non-humans of the world..." Suddenly Milli felt a bit embarrassed thinking she was coming off as rude. "Uuuh bu-but I'm not one to look down, I've face that kind of prejudice before and I sure don't like it not to mention I'm married to a wonderful human man, Cinque!" she quickly pulled her husband who had been talking with another guest to her side "I forgot to introduce my wonderful husband, Captain Cinque Izumi."

"Oh it's a pleasure to meet you." Cinque gave his regards "Look what they gave as a gift."

"That is quite a sword here."

"We'll be sure to mount it along with my own, it's a very lovely gift."

[Grand Viscovian Kingdom]

He smiled and said "a pleasure to meet you, I am King Charles Viscount the second, and I needed the time away from the stress of running a Kingdom, and I believe that all people are equal"

[AHSCA]

He smiled and said "a pleasure to meet you, I am King Charles Viscount the second, and I needed the time away from the stress of running a Kingdom, and I believe that all people are equal"

"Of course a little relaxing never hurt anyone, well need time to just relax and unwind."

[Arctica-Aleutia]

Wyatt inspected his own weapon, a basket-hilted Scottish broadsword. He should have brought a gift of some sort. In any case, that could be arranged later.

Larisa was climbing the steps to the ship, Duncan was still reading his book, and Marty was... oh, no, where had he gone this time? Wyatt walked along the deck, glancing around. He wasn't mad; he was still a bit childish at times. But his soon-to-be-son had no business wandering around a ship that probably had plenty of things that could get him into trouble. He found him sitting on the railing at the front of the ship, tail at a funny angle.

"What are you doing out here, Marty? We don't want you to fall into the water."

"Just taking pictures," he replied, snapping a close-up shot of the full moon.

"I swear, nobody else could find so many things to photograph in the dark of night. Why don't we head back to where the others are? Who knows, there might even be other kitsunes here."

"Sure, I guess."

Marty was usually cheery, but tonight he seemed a little down. This had been a frequent occurrence lately. Wyatt suspected he was depressed because he missed his biological parents. He himself didn't even remember who they were, but he'd been trying to figure it out for some time.
Suddenly, he smiled and seemed his usual self again. "I wonder if there's a library on this yacht. Duncan's been hoarding all my books since we left."


Meanwhile, Larisa had noticed a young woman who seemed a bit nervous. The lady opened her mouth briefly, and Larisa saw fangs. A vampire, like her. Probably trying to hide that. Perhaps some places weren't as friendly to her kind as Arctica-Aleutia. Larisa resolved to talk to the girl when she had a chance. Trying to hide your vampirism only made you miserable.

[Grand Viscovian Kingdom]

Charles nodded and said "indeed" he then said "I do hope that you will visit Viscovia sometime, the northern mountains are quite a sight, they are one of Viscovias natural treasures" he noticed one woman who opened her mouth, revealing fangs, he had never been around vampires before, and seeing one put him in a cautious state, and made him glad his guards were well armed.

[Holy Marsh]

Life had certainly taken a weird and wild turn for Father Garlin of the Polytheist Shrine in AHSCA. It was a good and normal life helping those who needed help and shepherding the followers of the Glorious Faith. The great thing about the land he called home was that the lack of war made his other jobs easier to accomplish, and he spent most of his time organizing charity drives, educational outreaches, religious congregations, and simple construction projects. Nothing greatly amazing or world-changing, but a series of revolving tasks of importance to those around consumed his life. He was happy to do this, and it was a great life for a simple man.

Then The Shift happened. Like all other Marshite men, he underwent a dramatic physical change, looking the spitting image of a female of the species with the exception of reproductive organs. It was a dramatic, swift change that brought momentary chaos to untold billions across the world. And for the overwhelming vast majority, it was just that- momentary chaos. But something else happened in the AHSCA. Many of those who were effected underwent further change- species change. Nekos and Kitsune altered from normal human genetic codes were not uncommon, and he was not saved from this. He had slowly but surely turned into a kitsune, and that was even before the government of AHSCA reclassified all those Marshite men affected as women.

It was all a big change. Honestly, the physical form would have been mostly irrelevant had it not been for the government reclassification of his gender, and the government's work would have been nothing to think about except for the change of his body. It had led to a few weeks of actual honest to Marsh issues for him, but he eventually found his way back to the place he'd been before mentally. Now the time came for some sort of species ball and while there were many fair options to send, he had been chosen- particularly for his unique experience. He accepted it with as much excitement as he could muster, found a great dress, and was soon attending the ball. He entered with no real fanfare, no great deal of excitement, his black and green floor-length dress accentuating and hiding everything he wanted to hide.

He took a breath and found himself something to drink, his new tail flitting about nervously out of a specially designed hole in the back- he needed to control that thing someday, seriously.

[AHSCA]

The guard at attention at the gate noticed the Marshite Priest coming aboard. Marshites and AHSCAian islanders had a very good and welcoming relationship with each other, many AHSCAians were part of the Holy Church, the Church and AHSCA's Madokami Church were always friendly. Even though the Shift changed some things few worried about it, a mysterious way of the universe regardless of which God was apart of it, just politics and tradition dictated things would be the way they were. "Welcome aboard." She greeted checking off his name "Ah yes, Mother Garlin welcome aboard, the Premier is excited to finally meet you."

[AHSCA]

Charles nodded and said "indeed" he then said "I do hope that you will visit Viscovia sometime, the northern mountains are quite a sight, they are one of Viscovias natural treasures" he noticed one woman who opened her mouth, revealing fangs, he had never been around vampires before, and seeing one put him in a cautious state, and made him glad his guards were well armed.

"oh I do love to travel when I can I shall do my best to make it to your country some time. Oh looks like our Vampire guests have arrived. Exciting. If you'd excuse me please I should give my welcomes to them. It's wonderful to meet you already enjoy the party I'll be seeing more of everyone through the night."

[Arctica-Aleutia]

Wyatt kept a special eye on Marty, and brought him along with him when he went to get some tea. The young kitsune had procured a sketchbook from somewhere and was making an accurate drawing of the yacht.
Waiting for his drink, Wyatt found himself sitting next to an adult kitsune, whom he striked up a conversation with, asking what nation they represented. Marty sat on the other side of Wyatt, oblivious to the presence of another one of his kind due to being focused on drawing.