[INVITES ONLY] The Dictator and Admiral's Marriage

by **Soyouso** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 12:58 pm

(OOC note: Please only enter this RP if you were invited, which you only would be if you have some sort of positive nation relation with Soyouso or Iron Skull. You can ask me or The Iron Skull through TG but that's still a requirement unless already in. You do not have to come if you are invited, it is just open. Also, Skitty Turnabout and Bartholomew Turnabout are the same person, read the beginning of the factbook.)

During the war, His Most Fabulous Majesty of Soyouso, Dictator Bartholomew Turnabout, proposed to his boyfriend, who also is the High Admiral of The Iron Skull, one of Soyouso's most heloved allies, Hellion Kurzou, or more currently, Hellion Turnabout. The event is a huge historical one, and therefore some leaders from allied and friendly countries have been invited. The marriage will be watched on television by citizens of Soyouso and by foreignors. In the capital, Pitathica, in the famous national park Hotolytya, was a beautiful forest area decorated with white pews rimmed with flowers, some tables with any food the guests would want, and a statue of the goddess of death, for it was common to have the gods be implemented into exterior beauty, for the Soyousian people were extremely devout to their religion.

The premesis was highly guarded by soldiers, who would escort any invited guests, mostly foreign leaders and aristocrats, in.

The entire royal family was there, and the dictator himself, was sitting on the brick of a water fountain, with a statue in the middle of a charging mother bear defending her cubs. He had a flowers crown in his trollish fluffy hair, as in Soyouso flowers were a symbol of maturity, and worn during marriages. He, as he always did, had black lipstick under his moustache. He had a long royal robe and a modified version of his uniform, not his military uniform but the one he wore for special occasions, but modified with flowers in certain areas, to show his passion for his soon to husband. He hadn't been so happy in so long, and than ever though he would be after losing so many comrades in the war, and with his brother Rubin's recent suicide. He'd been on antidepressants since he found out, though they were only half related, he loved his big brother dearly and was devastated when he died. But nonetheless, he was so happy to finally get married to the Admiral, as he had wanted to for so long. The Soyousian were passionate lovers, the most passionate of their continent.

The guests would arrive shortly.

by **The Iron Skull** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 1:27 pm

Admiral Hellion would step out of a portal near the water fountain, wearing his usual style of clothing, nothing really fancy.Though they would be with his passion from the colonial and Victorian ages, highest level of military and royalty clothing as he would have them mixed together to have something beautiful in military standards to fight on the front lines of a war of sorts.He would smile and light a cigarette in his mouth, after that he would take notice of Skitty Turnabout sitting at the water fountain.He would calmly walk towards him with a friendly vibe."How's my dearest Skitty?" He would softly say with a kiss on Skitty's cheek."All is going to plan, my dear and hopefully our comrades will be able to make it in time" he added with placing his cigar back into his mouth after he kissed Skitty.

by **Supreme Authority** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 1:55 pm

A VTOL approached the park and decelerated. It was painted white save for the tricorne roundel of the Supreme Authority, and its wing-mounted weapons had been removed. It slowly landed at the edge of the park, with its engines on minimal power to avoid damaging the grounds. Its ramp descended, and Ambassador DE872F80 walked out. He was wearing richly decorated red power armor with black trim, with the tricorne on its breastplate and the black emblem of the Overseer's Shadow Chapter on its right shoulder. An engraved and gold-inlaid Impaler Automatic Rifle was slung on his back, and a similarly decorated pistol and chainsword hung at his belt. As he approached the water fountain, he removed his helmet and locked it to his armor, revealing the hard eyes of a Slayer, tempered by his diplomatic smile.

by **Soyouso** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 2:30 pm

The Iron Skull wrote:Admiral Hellion would step out of a portal near the water fountain, wearing his usual style of clothing, nothing really fancy.Though they would be with his passion from the colonial and Victorian ages, highest level of military and royalty clothing as he would have them mixed together to have something beautiful in military standards to fight on the front lines of a war of sorts.He would smile and light a cigarette in his mouth, after that he would take notice of Skitty Turnabout sitting at the water fountain.He would calmly walk towards him with a friendly vibe."How's my dearest Skitty?" He would softly say with a kiss on Skitty's cheek."All is going to plan, my dear and hopefully our comrades will be able to make it in time" he added with placing his cigar back into his mouth after he kissed Skitty.

Bartholomew Turnabout, also known as Skitty Turnabout, smiled up at his much taller fiancé. "Everything's going fine, liebe. Att du?" He asked how Hellion was doing. "I never thought I'd ever be this happy." He stood on the bricks of the fountain and kissed Hellion's hand as knight would a prince or princess.

Supreme Authority wrote:A VTOL approached the park and decelerated. It was painted white save for the tricorne roundel of the Supreme Authority, and its wing-mounted weapons had been removed. It slowly landed at the edge of the park, with its engines on minimal power to avoid damaging the grounds. Its ramp descended, and Ambassador DE872F80 walked out. He was wearing richly decorated red power armor with black trim, with the tricorne on its breastplate and the black emblem of the Overseer's Shadow Chapter on its right shoulder. An engraved and gold-inlaid Impaler Automatic Rifle was slung on his back, and a similarly decorated pistol and chainsword hung at his belt. As he approached the water fountain, he removed his helmet and locked it to his armor, revealing the hard eyes of a Slayer, tempered by his diplomatic smile.

He looked from Hellion to the first guest. "Att du," Turnabout decided to only speak Soyousian words that were predictable for non native speakers. He recognized him from the notification of his arrival "must be DE872F80? Ellotischi, freund! I am glad you made it."

by **Skyhooked** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 2:39 pm

First, by Galactic Lady mothership and then by car, Bjorn of Steel arrived to the destinated place. He was wearing his old but restored armor, which reved him for many years. He left the car near the fountain and decided to seat on closes bench, while waiting there together with capital minuteman Gregory, who was there for escort puposes. The other three minutemen waited nearby.

They started to discuss different things and one of them was the reason for invitation.
-"We stood on different sides of the barricades, yet they invited us to their marriage. I am sure, that it's not a trap, but a diplomatic opportunity."-Said Bjorn of Steel

-"I still will watch over you, maybe cover if that what the situation requires. And if not, I will be pleased to be your companion. After all, other minutemen would be jealous, when I return."

-"Yes, they will be both proud and jealous. And I know, what you will ask... Yes, I accepted that. We are not in state of war right now, so we should respect eachother."

by **Hammer Britannia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:01 pm

(I suck at RP and English)
Novislav had just appeared from the Nothingness and made a strange hand jester before brushing off any dirt on his General uniform. He would soon ask "Is this the right address?"
Meanwhile, Marcus of Spartan Hellas and "The Chancellor" of Faschistisches Land would walk out of a portal that (Somehow) appeared. They would both be wearing the same thing Novislav has, and both would be complementing on each others Uniforms (Yes, they are my puppets, I know Big Shock)

by **Soyouso** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:15 pm

Skyhooked wrote:First, by Galactic Lady mothership and then by car, Bjorn of Steel arrived to the destinated place. He was wearing his old but restored armor, which reved him for many years. He left the car near the fountain and decided to seat on closes bench, while waiting there together with capital minuteman Gregory, who was there for escort puposes. The other three minutemen waited nearby.

They started to discuss different things and one of them was the reason for invitation.
-"We stood on different sides of the barricades, yet they invited us to their marriage. I am sure, that it's not a trap, but a diplomatic opportunity."-Said Bjorn of Steel

-"I still will watch over you, maybe cover if that what the situation requires. And if not, I will be pleased to be your companion. After all, other minutemen would be jealous, when I return."

-"Yes, they will be both proud and jealous. And I know, what you will ask... Yes, I accepted that. We are not in state of war right now, so we should respect eachother."

A soldier with pale white skin, brunette hair, and a Bismarck moustache, as well as a mechanical arm as he had lost his left in a previous war, popped up like a daisy. Soyousian uniforms resembled that of Nazis in all but the armband. "Ello, guests! I am Leoni Ce'tave of the Soyo army, and you, you must be the Skyhookedians! Follow me, I'll take you to the site. Watch out for bears, don't leave my side." They walked past the pantheon of soldiers, beside a bunch of reporters dying to see the dictator in his wedding outfit, into the wedding site. "Here we are; wasn't so bad, wuzzit?"

Hammer Britannia wrote:(I suck at RP and English)
Novislav had just appeared from the Nothingness and made a strange hand jester before brushing off any dirt on his General uniform. He would soon ask "Is this the right address?"

(OOC: I make a bunch of typos and I'm fluent, it's okay!)
The dictator's older sister, Sess Turnabout, who was of average height like their mom, and was dressed in a yellow jester's outfit, accompanied by her hair that resembled the dictator's lion like hair, but longer and fluffier, ran up to him. "Novislav! Delightful to meet you!" She shook his hand wildly. "Yes, welcome to hell!" She was clearly joking about the hell part. "This is the right wedding. Glad you came."
EDIT: Sess greeted the other two in the same way, aomost knocking the Chancellor over on accident. "Welcome, welcome, friends!"

by **Hammer Britannia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:18 pm

Soyouso wrote:(OOC: I make a bunch of typos and I'm fluent, it's okay!)
The dictator's older sister, Sess Turnabout, who was of average height like their mom, and was dressed in a yellow jester's outfit, accompanied by her hair that resembled the dictator's lion like hair, but longer and fluffier, ran up to him. "Novislav! Delightful to meet you!" She shook his hand wildly. "Yes, welcome to hell!" She was clearly joking about the hell part. "This is the right wedding. Glad you came."

"Good, Good" he would say before making another weird movement with his hand "Now, is this going to be a Christian-like one or do you have some sort of Special Tradition?" He would look back at the other 2 with a look of minor sadness

by **Soyouso** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:27 pm

"We are not European, so while we still say 'I do', we have different traditions here, like flower crowns for the couple, wild ass circle dances, drunkness, and a ceremonial blood sacrifice of a death row criminal that the priest will do. Oh and there might eventually be a fight to the death if one of the enemy families of the Turnabouts try to crash the wedding. We are not Christian,the priest is from our cult. So no need to act all stuffy, enioy yourself. Just don't break stuff." Sess has a :3 face, and is very friendly towards the three.

by **Hammer Britannia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:31 pm

Soyouso wrote:"We are not European, so while we still say 'I do', we have different traditions here, like flower crowns for the couple, wild ass circle dances, drunkness, and a ceremonial blood sacrifice of a death row criminal that the priest will do. Oh and there might eventually be a fight to the death if one of the enemy familopies of the Turnabouts try to crash the wedding. We are not Christian,the priest is from our cult. So no need to act all stuffy, enioy yourself. Just don't break stuff." Sess has a :3 face, and is very friendly towards the three.

"Alright then, I guess the three of us will raid the Desert Bar if that is OK with you, or if you even have one" They would all say in unison, before being in shock and looking at each other weirdly before laughing

by **Supreme Authority** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:35 pm

Soyouso wrote:He looked from Hellion to the first guest. "Att du," Turnabout decided to only speak Soyousian words that were predictable for non native speakers. He recognized him from the notification of his arrival "must be DE872F80? Ellotischi, freund! I am glad you made it."

"It is an honor to be here, to celebrate this wedding between our allies Skitty and Hellion Turnabout" said DE8. "The Supreme Authority wishes you and Hellion, your regime, and all dictators the best in their endeavors of oppression and tyranny."

DE8 then turned to Bjorn of Steel, and walked slowly over, fixing him with a piercing glare. "Ah, Bjorn of Skyh**k*d," stated DE8, while drumming his fingers on the hilt of his chainsword. "Know this, bastard: it is only my respect for Skitty and Hellion, leaders who vastly exceed you in every worthwhile way, that keeps me from cutting you down where you stand." Softening his tone, he continued. "A personal word of advice: I have devoted my life to the cause of the Supreme Authority, and the Supreme Authority has shaped me into a warrior beyond the ken of fr** humanity. Authority and power are the foundations of the leadership of the future, and I implore you to abandon your frivolous and self-compromising pursuit of fr**d*m and l*b*rty while there is yet time."

by **Skyhooked** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:36 pm

Soyouso wrote:A soldier with pale white skin, brunette hair, and a Bismarck moustache, as well as a mechanical arm as he had lost his left in a previous war, popped up like a daisy. Soyousian uniforms resembled that of Nazis in all but the armband. "Ello, guests! I am Leoni Ce'tave of the Soyo army, and you, you must be the Skyhookedians! Follow me, I'll take you to the site. Watch out for bears, don't leave my side." They walked past the pantheon of soldiers, beside a bunch of reporters dying to see the dictator in his wedding outfit, into the wedding site. "Here we are; wasn't so bad, wuzzit?"

Bjorn looks at the wedding side for a while. He admires local architecture and style, looks at other guests and reporters, who wanted to see the wedding. Soon after he winks to the famous Skyhookedian journalist and responds to the soldier.

-"Me and companions made many assumptions about this place, and looks like no one hit it's target. I think, this place fits the wedding. And don't worry about me too much... If I wander off and get attacked by bear, I will soon have a nice pelt for my office. Whatever... Out of diplomatic respect I decided to accept the invitation and come to this exclusive ceremony. I wonder, what will be included in it? If you don't know or don't want to tell, then leave it a surprise."

Supreme Authority wrote:"It is an honor to be here, to celebrate this wedding between our allies Skitty and Hellion Turnabout" said DE8. "The Supreme Authority wishes you and Hellion, your regime, and all dictators the best in their endeavors of oppression and tyranny."

DE8 then turned to Bjorn of Steel, and walked slowly over, fixing him with a piercing glare. "Ah, Bjorn of Skyh**k*d," stated DE8, while drumming his fingers on the hilt of his chainsword. "Know this, bastard: it is only my respect for Skitty and Hellion, leaders who vastly exceed you in every worthwhile way, that keeps me from cutting you down where you stand." Softening his tone, he continued. "A personal word of advice: I have devoted my life to the cause of the Supreme Authority, and the Supreme Authority has shaped me into a warrior beyond the ken of fr** humanity. Authority and power are the foundations of the leadership of the future, and I implore you to abandon your frivolous and self-compromising pursuit of fr**d*m and l*b*rty while there is yet time."

Then Bjorn looks at DE8 and responds.
-"Then why do you threaten me? I respect the local wedding and I will not fight you, unless you attack me first. And if you attack, I will have another honorable victory. Now, when we made clear, that no one will be killed today, let me tell you. It's freedom, which makes us stronger. Even without orders all of us know, what to do, and we have much more durable cause to fight for than bunch of leaders. Our soldiers and militiamen have excellent morale and dedication because they choose for themselves to fight for our cause. Liberty is the future, since it's based on all the people rather than few select indivisuals."

by **Hammer Britannia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:37 pm

Supreme Authority wrote:
Soyouso wrote:He looked from Hellion to the first guest. "Att du," Turnabout decided to only speak Soyousian words that were predictable for non native speakers. He recognized him from the notification of his arrival "must be DE872F80? Ellotischi, freund! I am glad you made it."

"It is an honor to be here, to celebrate this wedding between our allies Skitty and Hellion Turnabout" said DE8. "The Supreme Authority wishes you and Hellion, your regime, and all dictators the best in their endeavors of oppression and tyranny."

DE8 then turned to Bjorn of Steel, and walked slowly over, fixing him with a piercing glare. "Ah, Bjorn of Skyh**k*d," stated DE8, while drumming his fingers on the hilt of his chainsword. "Know this, bastard: it is only my respect for Skitty and Hellion, leaders who vastly exceed you in every worthwhile way, that keeps me from cutting you down where you stand." Softening his tone, he continued. "A personal word of advice: I have devoted my life to the cause of the Supreme Authority, and the Supreme Authority has shaped me into a warrior beyond the ken of fr** humanity. Authority and power are the foundations of the leadership of the future, and I implore you to abandon your frivolous and self-compromising pursuit of fr**d*m and l*b*rty while there is yet time."

"Erm, excuse me sir?" Pink would say with a look of concern. "I know you two are enemies and all, but please don't fight... without me" Laughter. "Ah, but no, seriously don't kill anybody. Because if you do I and my "Buddies" would probably be too drunk to join" More laughter

by **East Fredonia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:45 pm

East Fredonian President Harriet Carlisle pulls up to the curb. "This is Skitty and Hellion's wedding, right? Excellent. Good to see you all again. Oh, hey Bjorn. Skitty, I hope I'm not underdressed."
She tosses the keys to her old Audi at the valet, who looked excited to be driving something that wasn't a tank.
OOC: Harriet's driving this, just FYI:

OOC: Harriet's wearing a Hillary Clinton-esque pantsuit and sensible shoes. It's a wedding in a foreign country, after all.

by **Soyouso** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:50 pm

Hammer Britannia wrote:
Soyouso wrote:"We are not European, so while we still say 'I do', we have different traditions here, like flower crowns for the couple, wild ass circle dances, drunkness, and a ceremonial blood sacrifice of a death row criminal that the priest will do. Oh and there might eventually be a fight to the death if one of the enemy familopies of the Turnabouts try to crash the wedding. We are not Christian,the priest is from our cult. So no need to act all stuffy, enioy yourself. Just don't break stuff." Sess has a :3 face, and is very friendly towards the three.

"Alright then, I guess the three of us will raid the Desert Bar if that is OK with you, or if you even have one" They would all say in unison, before being in shock and looking at each other weirdly before laughing

"No need, we have a well stocked outdoor bartender over there, and we hace tanks full of alcohol to restock. All free, we paid." Sess whispers, "The less the dictator drinks the better, my baby brother gets crazy when drunk." She called him baby brother because he was the youngest until his little sister was born.

Supreme Authority wrote:
Soyouso wrote:He looked from Hellion to the first guest. "Att du," Turnabout decided to only speak Soyousian words that were predictable for non native speakers. He recognized him from the notification of his arrival "must be DE872F80? Ellotischi, freund! I am glad you made it."

"It is an honor to be here, to celebrate this wedding between our allies Skitty and Hellion Turnabout" said DE8. "The Supreme Authority wishes you and Hellion, your regime, and all dictators the best in their endeavors of oppression and tyranny."
DE8 then turned to Bjorn, and walked slowly over, fixing him with a piercing glare. "Ah, Bjorn of Skyh**k*d," stated DE8, while drumming his fingers on the hilt of his chainsword. "Know this, bastard: it is only my respect for Skitty and Hellion, leaders who vastly exceed you in every worthwhile way, that keeps me from cutting you down where you stand." Softening his tone, he continued. "A personal word of advice: I have devoted my life to the cause of the Supreme Authority, and the Supreme Authority has shaped me into a warrior beyond the ken of fr** humanity. Authority and power are the foundations of the leadership of the future, and I implore you to abandon your frivolous and self-compromising pursuit of fr**d*m and l*b*rty while there is yet time."

The dictator said, "Prosperity to you too, comrades." nefore his allie walked over to the Skyhookedians. He had no idea why Hellion invited Bjorn, but he was alright with it. Not like he could stage a rebellion with all of the soldiers around, some armed with tanks, so he knew he'd be safe.

Skyhooked wrote:
Soyouso wrote:A soldier with pale white skin, brunette hair, and a Bismarck moustache, as well as a mechanical arm as he had lost his left in a previous war, popped up like a daisy. Soyousian uniforms resembled that of Nazis in all but the armband. "Ello, guests! I am Leoni Ce'tave of the Soyo army, and you, you must be the Skyhookedians! Follow me, I'll take you to the site. Watch out for bears, don't leave my side." They walked past the pantheon of soldiers, beside a bunch of reporters dying to see the dictator in his wedding outfit, into the wedding site. "Here we are; wasn't so bad, wuzzit?"

Bjorn looks at the wedding side for a while. He admires local architecture and style, looks at other guests and reporters, who wanted to see the wedding. Soon after he winks to the famous Skyhookedian journalist and responds to the soldier.

-"Me and companions made many assumptions about this place, and looks like no one hit it's target. I think, this place fits the wedding. And don't worry about me too much... If I wander off and get attacked by bear, I will soon have a nice pelt for my office. Whatever... Out of diplomatic respect I decided to accept the invitation and come to this exclusive ceremony. I wonder, what will be included in it? If you don't know or don't want to tell, then leave it a surprise."

"Well, our traditions are different from the Europeans. We still say 'I do', but the bride and groom, or in this ase groom and groom, wear flower crowns, as you can see with the dictator. We often do circle dances, and as you can here there is live music, we habe violinists you can request songs from. Don't request anything by Justin Bieber or the bears will kill us all. We have food and beverages for our guests out here, so feel free to be greedy. Just don't eat the whole cake or we have the sacrifice you to the gods. There will be a priest from our religion, which isn't Christianity, to wed the two lovebirds together, and he will also perform a blood sacrifice of a death row criminal to bless the couple. And if any enemy families to the Turnabouts show up expect a fight. That is all, you will be fine." Leoni says.

East Fredonia wrote:East Fredonian President Harriet Carlisle pulls up to the curb. "This is Skitty and Hellion's wedding, right? Excellent. Good to see you all again. Oh, hey Bjorn. Skitty, I hope I'm not underdressed."
She tosses the keys to her car at the valet, who looked excited to be driving something that wasn't a tank.
OOC: Harriet's driving this, just FYI:
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OOC: Harriet's wearing a Hillary Clinton-esque pantsuit and sensible shoes. It's a wedding in a foreign country, after all.

Bartholomew who is Skitty, smiles. "Hello, Carlisle. No you're alright. Flower crowns are exclusive to the couple."

by **Supreme Authority** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:52 pm

Hammer Britannia wrote:"Erm, excuse me sir?" Pink would say with a look of concern. "I know you two are enemies and all, but please don't fight... without me" Laughter

"Do not worry, Pink; I will not sully the honor of the Overseer here. However, I will defend myself and the allies of the Supreme Authority if attacked first."

Skyhooked wrote:Then Bjorn looks at DE8 and responds.
-"Then why do you threaten me? I respect the local wedding and I will not fight you, unless you attack me first. And if you attack, I will have another honorable victory. Now, when we made clear, that no one will be killed today, let me tell you. It's freedom, which makes us stronger. Even without orders all of us know, what to do, and we have much more durable cause to fight for than bunch of leaders. Our soldiers and militiamen have excellent morale and dedication because they choose for themselves to fight for our cause. Liberty is the future, since it's based on all the people rather than few select indivisuals."

"I will not attack you first because I respect Skitty and Hellion. I have no respect for you or your filthy and hedonistic d*m*cr*tic regime. But a government built on l*b*rty is not based on all people. Only those subjects who choose to work for the goals and objectives of the regime. And due to fr**d*m, far fewer subjects will choose to do this than in a proper, tyrannical regime."

ooc: Supreme Authority is totally willing to flaunt diplomatic customs, and everyone knows it. Supreme Authority plays to win, uncaring of honor.

by **Hammer Britannia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:54 pm

-snip-

by **Hammer Britannia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 3:56 pm

Soyouso wrote:
Hammer Britannia wrote:"Alright then, I guess the three of us will raid the Desert Bar if that is OK with you, or if you even have one" They would all say in unison, before being in shock and looking at each other weirdly before laughing

"No need, we have a well stocked outdoor bartender over there, and we hace tanks full of alcohol to restock. All free, we paid." Sess whispers, "The less the dictator drinks the better, my baby brother gets crazy when drunk." She called him baby brother because he was the youngest until his little sister was born.

Both Novislav and The Chancellor would look at each other and start yelling in joy before running towards the bartender, Marcus looked at Sess and whispered "I cursed every one of Skitty's drinks so he needs thousands of bottles to get that drunk" he would then causally walk over to the Bartender and order 5 bottles

Supreme Authority wrote:
Hammer Britannia wrote:"Erm, excuse me sir?" Pink would say with a look of concern. "I know you two are enemies and all, but please don't fight... without me" Laughter

"Do not worry, Pink; I will not sully the honor of the Overseer here. However, I will defend myself and the allies of the Supreme Authority if attacked first."

ooc: Supreme Authority is totally willing to flaunt diplomatic customs, and everyone knows it. Supreme Authority plays to win, uncaring of honor.

"It was more of a joke, but I guess if you want to explain your position" Novislav would say, already kinda drunk

by **Lamerika** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 4:00 pm

President Taylor was not one for formalities. He much preferred loose, casual clothing, which was why he felt like a fat tick, ready to burst in his ceremonial uniform. Olive green coat and pants, white dress shirt and black tie and boots. His chest was covered in medals, and he had a green army cap covering his head, a red star on the front with a shiny gold hammer and sickle. On his belt was a hip holster, with a Colt .45 resting in it's place. Knowing his hosts, Taylor doubted carrying a weapon would be frowned on.

Pulling up to the venue in her personal vehicle, an old Toyota, Taylor sighed, turning to his wife in the seat next to him. "Here we are."

"Remind me why we came here, again?" Taylor's wife, Kiara asked, eyebrows raised.

"Because... Skitty's a... friend? Well... I know him."

"He threatened to kill you. And me. And to burn Lamerika to the ground." Kiara look out at the fountain outside the car, "Several times, if I remember correctly. Then he said he would fuck up our bodies after he had killed us, bury us and then set us on fire. However that would work."

"We got off on the wrong foot." Taylor shrugged, "I mean, I can be a bit of a dick sometimes, so it's not really all his fault."

"Yeah, Tony, you're an asshole, but his guy is just crazy. I thought he was already married, too?"

"Yeah, too a god."

"Jesus christ."

"No, someone less believable." Taylor grunted as he stepped out of his car, helping out his wife before making his way towards the group that had already arrived.

by **Hammer Britannia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 4:23 pm

Lamerika wrote:President Taylor was not one for formalities. He much preferred loose, casual clothing, which was why he felt like a fat tick, ready to burst in his ceremonial uniform. Olive green coat and pants, white dress shirt and black tie and boots. His chest was covered in medals, and he had a green army cap covering his head, a red star on the front with a shiny gold hammer and sickle. On his belt was a hip holster, with a Colt .45 resting in it's place. Knowing his hosts, Taylor doubted carrying a weapon would be frowned on.

Pulling up to the venue in her personal vehicle, an old Toyota, Taylor sighed, turning to his wife in the seat next to him. "Here we are."

"Remind me why we came here, again?" Taylor's wife, Kiara asked, eyebrows raised.

"Because... Skitty's a... friend? Well... I know him."

"He threatened to kill you. And me. And to burn Lamerika to the ground." Kiara look out at the fountain outside the car, "Several times, if I remember correctly. Then he said he would fuck up our bodies after he had killed us, bury us and then set us on fire. However that would work."

"We got off on the wrong foot." Taylor shrugged, "I mean, I can be a bit of a dick sometimes, so it's not really all his fault."

"Yeah, Tony, you're an asshole, but his guy is just crazy. I thought he was already married, too?"

"Yeah, too a god."

"Jesus christ."

"No, someone less believable." Taylor grunted as he stepped out of his car, helping out his wife before making his way towards the group that had already arrived.

Immediately, a Plastic bottle is thrown at him by Novislav, the bottle would miss him by a inch. "Hahaha, Sorry about that." Novislav would say. "I meant to hit the dart board next to ye but I grabbed a bottle instead." He would take a huge swig of his drink. "Likewise, I am not the greeter, but welcome to the party"

by **East Fredonia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 4:31 pm

Lamerika wrote:President Taylor was not one for formalities. He much preferred loose, casual clothing, which was why he felt like a fat tick, ready to burst in his ceremonial uniform. Olive green coat and pants, white dress shirt and black tie and boots. His chest was covered in medals, and he had a green army cap covering his head, a red star on the front with a shiny gold hammer and sickle. On his belt was a hip holster, with a Colt .45 resting in it's place. Knowing his hosts, Taylor doubted carrying a weapon would be frowned on.

Pulling up to the venue in her personal vehicle, an old Toyota, Taylor sighed, turning to his wife in the seat next to him. "Here we are."

"Remind me why we came here, again?" Taylor's wife, Kiara asked, eyebrows raised.

"Because... Skitty's a... friend? Well... I know him."

"He threatened to kill you. And me. And to burn Lamerika to the ground." Kiara look out at the fountain outside the car, "Several times, if I remember correctly. Then he said he would fuck up our bodies after he had killed us, bury us and then set us on fire. However that would work."

"We got off on the wrong foot." Taylor shrugged, "I mean, I can be a bit of a dick sometimes, so it's not really all his fault."

"Yeah, Tony, you're an asshole, but this guy is just crazy. I thought he was already married, too?"

"Yeah, to a god."

"Jesus Christ."

"No, someone less believable." Taylor grunted as he stepped out of his car, helping out his wife before making his way towards the group that had already arrived.

"Hi, Jameson. Oh, is this your wife? Hello dear, lovely to meet you. I'm Harriet Carlisle, president of East Fredonia and one of the few women here that isn't psychotic, 7 years old, or a conservati- NOVISLAV, QUIT THROWING BOTTLES GODDAMMIT. WE'RE IN A CHURCH, RESPECT THESE PEOPLE. Sorry about him. Anyway, welcome to the wedding."

by **Soyouso** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 4:32 pm

Lamerika wrote:President Taylor was not one for formalities. He much preferred loose, casual clothing, which was why he felt like a fat tick, ready to burst in his ceremonial uniform. Olive green coat and pants, white dress shirt and black tie and boots. His chest was covered in medals, and he had a green army cap covering his head, a red star on the front with a shiny gold hammer and sickle. On his belt was a hip holster, with a Colt .45 resting in it's place. Knowing his hosts, Taylor doubted carrying a weapon would be frowned on.

Pulling up to the venue in her personal vehicle, an old Toyota, Taylor sighed, turning to his wife in the seat next to him. "Here we are."

"Remind me why we came here, again?" Taylor's wife, Kiara asked, eyebrows raised.

"Because... Skitty's a... friend? Well... I know him."

"He threatened to kill you. And me. And to burn Lamerika to the ground." Kiara look out at the fountain outside the car, "Several times, if I remember correctly. Then he said he would fuck up our bodies after he had killed us, bury us and then set us on fire. However that would work."

"We got off on the wrong foot." Taylor shrugged, "I mean, I can be a bit of a dick sometimes, so it's not really all his fault."

"Yeah, Tony, you're an asshole, but his guy is just crazy. I thought he was already married, too?"

"Yeah, too a god."

"Jesus christ."

"No, someone less believable." Taylor grunted as he stepped out of his car, helping out his wife before making his way towards the group that had already arrived.

Jameson Taylor and his wife could have sworn they heard some of the soldiers escorting thej to the wedding site hiss at them, as the Soyousian use of ß allowed them to. It was most likely because of the sheer hatred for communists in Soyousian. Nonetheless, they were not harmed and arrived at the site safely.

A clown with black hair similar to Krusty the Clown from the Simpsons, but being bald ij the middle, greeted them. He was in priests clothing, but he was of the cult the Soyousoan worshipped in, not Christianity. He had a very tranquil look and a very calm way of speaking. He had Nick Dilliha from Lamerika beside him, safe, as he was being kept as the dictator's visitor for a while now. He had a sword, but just about everyone in Soyouso was armed. "Hello there. My name is Mortimer Selx, I am one of the dictator's personal servants and advisors. Oh, here comes the master now."

Bartholomew gave out a wild, tribal sounding Soyousian war cry and tackle-hugged Taylor from behind. Mortimer gave Kiara a reassuring look, "Don't worry, he's not trying to kill him. This is a very friendly greeting in Soyouso." Bartholomew readjusted the flower crown on his head, which was what soon-to-be-weds wore.

"So, you showed up, Commie Taylor Swift, you fucking bastard!" The little man got off of Taylor helping him up. Despite his profanity he didn't sound angry, Soyousian people just cursed like sailors. "Welcome to my glorious country, Fascist Soyouso, my price and joy, my glorious aspiration, my homeland." He had a sense of extreme pride in his voice, he was very proud to be showing his land to other people. "I had Dalliha come here so you could check up on him. The Turnabout Youth children will be arriving to play with him tommorow." He looked at Taylor's wife "So it's true, soemone actually married Taylor. I can't understand why anyone would marry this mo'fucka named Jameson, but hey, as long as you two are happy, I'm glad for you! I'll gladly pay for your next honeymoon. We love cute couples in Soyouso." He gave an unsettlingly childlike smile, the creepy part about it was that he was a midget, but was clearly an adult. "Anyway, don't wander in the forest, we have bears."

by **Aethras** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 4:38 pm

A Type-7 Full Bringer airship dropped off Emperor Asriel, who wore a long red and grey coat that accentuated his crimson eyes. On his back was slung a darkly radiant Zweihänder sword, and he also carried a laser pistol after the General's insistence.
Noticeably, he brought only 3 Imperial Guardsmen, clad in futuristic body armour that was red in color.

He began to approach the group.

by **East Fredonia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 4:44 pm

Aethras wrote:A Type-7 Full Bringer airship dropped off Emperor Asriel, who wore a long red and grey coat that accentuated his crimson eyes. On his back was slung a darkly radiant Zweihänder sword, and he also carried a laser pistol after the General's insistence.
Noticeably, he brought only 3 Imperial Guardsmen, clad in futuristic body armour that was red in color.

He began to approach the group.

"Hey, Asriel, wasn't expecting you here."

by **The Iron Skull** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 4:44 pm

Lamerika wrote:President Taylor was not one for formalities. He much preferred loose, casual clothing, which was why he felt like a fat tick, ready to burst in his ceremonial uniform. Olive green coat and pants, white dress shirt and black tie and boots. His chest was covered in medals, and he had a green army cap covering his head, a red star on the front with a shiny gold hammer and sickle. On his belt was a hip holster, with a Colt .45 resting in it's place. Knowing his hosts, Taylor doubted carrying a weapon would be frowned on.

Pulling up to the venue in her personal vehicle, an old Toyota, Taylor sighed, turning to his wife in the seat next to him. "Here we are."

"Remind me why we came here, again?" Taylor's wife, Kiara asked, eyebrows raised.

"Because... Skitty's a... friend? Well... I know him."

"He threatened to kill you. And me. And to burn Lamerika to the ground." Kiara look out at the fountain outside the car, "Several times, if I remember correctly. Then he said he would fuck up our bodies after he had killed us, bury us and then set us on fire. However that would work."

"We got off on the wrong foot." Taylor shrugged, "I mean, I can be a bit of a dick sometimes, so it's not really all his fault."

"Yeah, Tony, you're an asshole, but his guy is just crazy. I thought he was already married, too?"

"Yeah, too a god."

"Jesus christ."

"No, someone less believable." Taylor grunted as he stepped out of his car, helping out his wife before making his way towards the group that had already arrived.

"I'm doing well, my dear" he would chuckle with joy of the tension in the air and with all the troublemakers coming to his wedding in respect to the honorable acts of symbolizing a new future for the nationstates omniverse, he would give some praise to his future wife or husband as he would pass Taylor with red glow in his eyes, though that would be normal but they would bright red with malice with the sickening speak of that fool of a God.He word is insult to demon kind and mustn't be spoken without the sword being drawn, the vibe of Hellion's hatred of the word would hit the souls of every creature in this lovely day of days with only a small but powerful feeling of eternal darkness coming over than fading away just like nothing more and nothing less.Hellion would puff a smoke that looked like nuclear bomb going off in a city from his cigarette.

He would take a glass cup and a spoon to the center of the glorified yard of the scenery for everyone get his attention for the starting of the celebrations of the blackest love to be founded on the mortal world of Earth with joining of demon and human, hand in hand in a sweet mess of wickedness in the name of true love.He would simply tap the spoon on the glass cup surprisingly making a ear bleeding noise, not so to make everyone deaf that would would be quite rude and unpleasant for this historic of days."Oh, my fault for that I must still have some unneeded violence in my soul, nonetheless! I would like to give a cheer to our survival in this wicked and cruel universe that cause many of us, many sufferings like the Unholy war with the Skyhookedians almost facing extinction by the infamous Vonsteins to the friends of the Supreme Authority nearly losing its own righteous sovereignty by tyrannical invaders to the Lamerikans currently in a Cold War against the evils of the western establishments bent on the enslavement of his peoples, whom have to take hands with the benevolence of the Chinese Emperors, that sadly cannot join us with news of trouble in their homeland built on unity and diversity of all peoples no matter who they are would be made the children of the kingdom to help sow their pain away with the joy of love and happiness.Which I know is some of the code of the Kingdom's enlightenment from the centuries has given them so we much honor them for helping Taylor's people in time of need without the foolish fight of defer ideology said to fight another, no as they break those chains to help a fellow human being with a pure heart in the darkest of hours" He would take a breathe for a moment."I know that we all have suffered as I haven't told more of our dark hours in this celebration of Revolutionary change between peoples for the greater good, yes? Yes, indeed we are here to raise a glass to the fallen and to the survivors of what the darkness has tried to destroy thou cannot with the light into our hearts! What joy isn't it? Now, my friends who is ready to have a lovely wedding and party with music and alcohol to party our hearts out?! I know am!" Said Hellion with a bright smile on his face without a care of what his speech meant to everyone as he would want happiness in this event to be the main focus without Leaders barking at another by beliefs, but respecting another as friends would do.

Hellion would look into the eyes of Skitty turnabout saying something without words that would say:"shall we begin, my love?" with a hidden romantic tone in it.

(OOC: Never thought Hellion would be the type of guy to give a semi-powerful speech or atleast attempt to...interesting isn't it?)

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