The Valentian Dinner – The Second One! [IC / CLOSED]

[Nu Alaska]

While their mother and her superior attended to diplomatic business, Kiri and Ren were running around looking for someone interesting to talk to.

A HMMWV jeep rolled into the parking lot, inside of it was a tired woman, she opened the door and disembarked from the car, closing the door and locking the car later, she was Reiko Aito, the most supreme authority of the Neo-United Nations, second only to Commander Nathan Parker Simmons, she looked at her clothes, being a formal dinner meant that she would have to wear formal clothing, right? She looked at her clothing, her pilot suit, with the Neo-United Nations Pentagram Globe insignia sewn into it, along with her name tag, 'Reiko A.', she also wore a satchel with the Neo-UN insignia on it, this was an outfit which she considered 'formal' in her mind, she chuckled thinking more on it, after all, it was formal but it did allow normal clothing.

She looked on her belongings, a MS-92 Magic Nullifying Grenade in case of emergency, thankfully tucked in the deepest corners of her satchel, a military cap inspired by the old United States Marine Corps Utility Cover, somehow fitting perfectly, a notepad and pen, and a stun gun, well to be specific, one based off a Glock 17's frame, she smirked knowing that her items stored were enough, at least by her standards, she did have a few spare taser cartridges in her satchel, she'd have to look into that later.

"Watashi wa chō shizen-tekina chikara o motsu hitobito ni atte imasu, watashi wa jibun no kōdō o fūjikomenakereba narimasen." she said in Japanese, she was curious on what kind of people she would meet, though she did harbor a deep sense of distrust and hatred to the supernatural, she'd have to contain it, she'd not like to start an interdimensional war or something along the likes of that, though Evan would, she strolled over to the location, taking a deep breath, "Karera ga watashi no pairotto no seifuku o futsūda to omotte kureru koto o negatte imasu."

She entered through the doors, stating loud enough for anyone near her to hear, "Kon'nichiwa, watashi wa Kokuren gunji seiken no jimu sōchōdearu aitōdesu!" she usually spoke in English, but for now she's speaking in her native tongue, she'll switch language to the Neo-UN standard of English later.

Ren stopped when she heard the greeting in Japanese, and her ears twitched in a curious way. Someone new was here, and they spoke a language she understood, at least partially. English was the language she was exposed to the most, so it was possible she would misunderstand some things.

The small kitsune was very shy, but her sister had been encouraging her to try talking to people more. And besides, this person had said they were with the United Nations. Those were supposed to be the good guys.

"Hello! My name's Ren," she said in English. It would be obvious to Reiko that this was a child, not one of the world leaders in attendence, though it would also be obvious that she wasn't human, given her foxlike ears and tail.

[Ignis States]

Zen honest to god feels like he's about to tear up as he notes the concern that Ambrosia feels for him. He's been so used to the massive violence and general hatred and animosity from the last week that such empathy feels...wrong, almost.
Relieving, but wrong.
This train of thought is quickly cut short by her tickling of his nose, which elicits a squeaky sneeze as he stumbles back, barely managing to balance himself on a nearby chair.
The fox quickly breaks into a giggling fit, trying but failing to calm himself down for several seconds before he finally stops. Cripes, why did he ever stop spending so much time with the vampire?
His gaze quickly sharpens back to the stoicity and general seriousness normally associated with him, his eyes darting over to Freya, Amaki, and Amara. He even briefly settles his eyes on the Paramount, but turns away out of disgust.

"Ah, right. Your friends...I don't believe I know any of them. From my time spend observing other universes...a version of me spent time with the Ausar, considering the appearance from my observations matches up with her. That'll make things awkward, but I digress. Now...I won't censor the actual happenings too much. Just the injuries I received. Because....well.."
An amused smile crosses the Ignisian's lips as he walks towards an available chair, sitting down in it in short order. This places him a few feet from Amaki and the others, naturally.

"I doubt they'd like to hear the exact details about a child deity got swatted into nonexistence with a single strike with omnipotent power. Or about the death that orchestrated the destruction of my entire multiverse. Though I can give a synopsis of my involvement in those events...It gives me an excuse to lord my circumstances over Paramount's head, since he can hardly compete."

The smug grin Zen flashes in Paramount's direction is so obvious he might as well be waving a sign reading "I'm better than you and you know it".
"So long as your friends, including the delicate company of the child, are fit to hear about how battles went or how much danger I and my comrades dealt with, I won't hold anything back. In fact..."

With a swish of his bushy tail, the fox shouts at the Paramount, using a built-in voice amplifier to make his yelling even louder.
"If you're in the mood for a story, I suggest coming over here with your attendants! If you think I do nothing with my schedule except for lounge around my palace and do the unspeakable, I'll be quite happy to prove you wrong! Though granted, proving you wrong isn't much of an accomplishment!"
Already, the Ignisian is starting off by roasting his enemies. Oh lord, this is going to well.

Satisfied, Zen turns back to Ambrosia and company, coughing his throat as he takes a look at all those present. The one called Freya, Amaki and her child...Amara, was it?
He makes sure to not speak too quietly, but he's definitely not deafeningly loud like he was when calling out the Paramount. Everyone at the table's able to hear him, actually.
"Well, I suppose I should greet myself to you all. Ambrosia knows me well, but I can't say the same about the others here. Zen Consilioque Aeternam. Though that's a mouthful, so kindly call me Zen. It's a pleasure to meet you all!"

[Imperial-Octavia]

The Paramount

"Fine, Zen We'll bite. What do you have to tell us about your punching of some space deity or whatever. H'Krell, Talen, come here and listen to his blathering." The Paramount yelled this back at Zen just as loud as Zen had and his two underlings came walking towards The Paramount. Tal'Talen would notice Amara and crouch down to the girl's level "Oh why, hello there little girl, aren't you the cutest little thing!" Tal'Talen would move out her hand to go and pet the child on the head if no one else would stop her. H'Krell would sit down next to The Paramount trying to move whoever was next to him before out of the way in an attempt to sit next to his overlord.

[Arkeyana]

"It's fine, I have received less welcome receptions in the past." the Avatar said, raising a hand apologetically to Gwen. With that, the three entered the White House,

[King Crimson time skip to the current happenings]

With everyone occupied in their own conversations, Utopia and Altia mostly made small talk to each other about what had been going on in the latter's life-the particular Avatar present was considered a family friend, but got stationed as an emissary to a Primtech Nation a few Groups over, meaning he wasn't able to converse often.
Then, The Paramount and his companions arrived.
Their attitude immediately caught the trio's attention, and as they approached one of the larger groups present, one of them seemed to bend over and...treat a child like a pet?

That was cause for concern, a sufficient one that Zakaiel subtly slid over to the table, prepared to intervene in case the entity that was most likely to be the child's mother reacted with hostility.

[Coryanhafflaruda]

A bright Coryan starship materializes above the skies of the white house, it teleports a person in a hoodie in the front.

" Greetings people, was I invited in this dinner? Wait does this also requires social interactions?! Crap.."
Alex Nolyab excitedly comments.


The Starship teleports into thin air while Alex looks up into the sky.

" I'll tell them when I'm done"

[Stanier]

"Ah, of course!" Zkto' said. "I understand- Not everyone can handle alcohol- I used to be that way myself, but I had more than a few events in my life to change that." He said, smiling all the while. "I'll admit, I have always both admired and envied athlethes- But that's another topic entirely. I do apologize for scaring you, but I did figure it was something to share a warning of- A civil war is rarely a good thing." He said, casually, as he took out a cigar, lighting it with a quick flash of a match. "And, it is good to hear my spanish is atleast passable. I think the last time I used it was... Just after the Spanish Civil War started- So it's probably a bit formal because I picked it up for speech making anyway."

"Bueno, I've got a good alcohol tolerance... Mentira, estoy boludeando, I get drunk with two sips of vodka, not to mention the damage it could do to my liver. I've been sober for about doce años and I'm probably not going to change that... Y si, no digás, Stanier can't afford another civil war, the last one ended with a Japanese invasión, and World War 2, so I get where you're coming from, pero aún así. You're a pretty scary viejo, take it as a compliment, not many people I know at your age can pull off the tricks you do, so relax...! Or don't. Whatever suits you..." And so came the comment about Zkto's Spanish as the man in question lighted up a cigar, Sandro didn't mind at all, it was better than having to breath air tainted with cigarette smoke to him either way "Huh, ¿La guerra civil Española? Si, this is nuts. I still can't believe you remember at least a tiny bit del lenguaje up to this point, how many decades have passed even? Bah, no importa. What it matters is that you've got some memory, viejo! You should be proud of yourself" Sandro said this as he hesitantly put a hand on Zkto's back and gave it a light pat, obviously concerned about the fragility of the old man despite the object of his concern having survived more assassination attempts than any sane man would like to count. But Sandro still wanted to ask the man a few questions, so he did what he wanted to do "¿Sabés una cosa? I've started to... Think, sí, think. I've wondered... You're not precisely inmortal, but at the same time, you're tough to get rid of and... Haven't you wondered why is it you? Why all this... This sheer luck? I'm pretty sure Montemaggiore could empty su pistola in your gut and you still wouldn't go down, and it' cannot be a coincidence, así que decíme: You think an outside factor favors you? And if you do think so, why do you think are their reasons to do it?" Sandro then realized how... Insensible his question was, so he took it back "Ehhhh, mejor olvidálo. I uhh... That sounded a lot less pushy in my mind, disculpá por lo incómodo"

Ambrosia couldn't resist having her cheeks flush when she heard her Stanieresi 'Amante' verbally worship her. How long has she been deprived of Angie's playful, kittenish remarks?

"Mi sei mancata, tesero! Where have you been all this time? You know my heart can't handle it when my better half ignores my existence! As sweet as your words are, my heart aches...wait a second, ignore my teasing for a second! Is anyone causing you any trouble? Ugh, never mind about that! I'm sure Valentjin and his companions will take care of them. Come over here, Angie!"

Upon noticing Angie's body shiver like a newborn puppy, Ambrosia quickly understood why she elicited such a reaction from Angie. It seems like Angie and her family weren't exactly on good terms. This was confirmed once Angie decided to ramble about how deathly afraid she is of encountering her family.

"Angie! Calm down for two seconds! I totally understand. While I'm not exactly afraid of her, my mother and I despise one another so don't you worry! I won't force you to meet your parents...wait, I probably shouldn't be disclosing the fact that I hate my own mother with a passion because she simply can't accept the fact that I'm not like every other vampire...anyways, how's your day been Angie? Forget about family and just talk to me! How are you feeling right now?"

Angie took a deep breath to calm her nerves down as Ambie spoke. The silky-smooth voice of the loving vampire, although filled with concern, was still enough to calm her down if she just closed her eyes and solely focused on her. God, just hearing her speak puts her off-guard and off-edge. Which is just what she needed at this time. After exhaling deeply, Angie spoke.

"Okay... Okay... Mi calmo..." At this point, Angie rewound all of Ambie's words in her head, and upon realizing what she did say, she couldn't help but chuckle "Heheh, looks like I am not the only one with un problema familiare, huh? È buono saperlo... Alright, alright. I forget about la mia famiglia..." Angie gathered her thoughts about her entire day, and took the highlights into account "First off: I am feeling... Alright, a little lonely come sempre, but now that you are around? I guess that is over for a while. il lavoro è una cagna come sempre, criminali everywhere and I feel like I am l'unica persona who can actually fight quest' bastardi. Matter of fact? I came all the way over here because I was chasing some idiota-Merda, I wasn't even aware of where was I standing until I saw the Valentian flag! il lavoro è la mia vita, perhaps to an unhealthy degree but, I have you to even cosi out, certo Rosia?" She said all of this with a playful lean in Ambrosia's direction before enveloping her into a caring hug and then she whispered something in her ear "Grazie per tutto... Brosia!"

Angie then leaned back as quickly as she could with a giggle, barely able to contain her laughter at her attempt at teasing the vampire. She knew Ambie was an even bigger tease, but she might as well try to have fun before the woman she loves the most comes back at her with a vengeance. Also, she took a pair of white sunglasses she had concealed within the leather jacket she wore on top of her dress and put them on.

"Ricordami che I shouldn't take these off. I don't wear them as often anymore but this time around I need them. I don't want to be recognized"

[Lutvikkia]

Kiri found this incredibly dubious,

Children, they are all that we once were, and hope to become. Innocence and unjudging the true ambassadors of freedom and peace. So, I have bored you with the details of me and my nation, lets talk about you.

[Mercatus]

Admiral Zavyr Aerav

The shuttle descended onto the Valentian Mansion as the Admiral observed from the observation deck. He noted the amount of vehicles of all types that had shown up. Certainly many from across the universe have come, I think this is a rather large event. he thought. The craft slowed, landing gently in front of the Mansion. With a hiss, the ramp lowered, and out came the 10-foot tall armor-clad Admiral and two bodyguard automatons. The admiral always wore his armor, even the helmet, as was customary for important events in Mercatusian space. His voice was deep and commanding, "I presume this is the location of the human event known as the Valentian Dinner, to which I was invited." He entered the Mansion and went into the dining room, looking at the cuisine that was being served. He noted the variety of characters that were present, coming from all over the known and unknown universe. "I am very much impressed by the size and eloquence of this event, and would be interested in knowing what is being served currently." he remarked.

[Uvoan]

"Bueno, I've got a good alcohol tolerance... Mentira, estoy boludeando, I get drunk with two sips of vodka, not to mention the damage it could do to my liver. I've been sober for about doce años and I'm probably not going to change that... Y si, no digás, Stanier can't afford another civil war, the last one ended with a Japanese invasión, and World War 2, so I get where you're coming from, pero aún así. You're a pretty scary viejo, take it as a compliment, not many people I know at your age can pull off the tricks you do, so relax...! Or don't. Whatever suits you..." And so came the comment about Zkto's Spanish as the man in question lighted up a cigar, Sandro didn't mind at all, it was better than having to breath air tainted with cigarette smoke to him either way "Huh, ¿La guerra civil Española? Si, this is nuts. I still can't believe you remember at least a tiny bit del lenguaje up to this point, how many decades have passed even? Bah, no importa. What it matters is that you've got some memory, viejo! You should be proud of yourself" Sandro said this as he hesitantly put a hand on Zkto's back and gave it a light pat, obviously concerned about the fragility of the old man despite the object of his concern having survived more assassination attempts than any sane man would like to count. But Sandro still wanted to ask the man a few questions, so he did what he wanted to do "¿Sabés una cosa? I've started to... Think, sí, think. I've wondered... You're not precisely inmortal, but at the same time, you're tough to get rid of and... Haven't you wondered why is it you? Why all this... This sheer luck? I'm pretty sure Montemaggiore could empty su pistola in your gut and you still wouldn't go down, and it' cannot be a coincidence, así que decíme: You think an outside factor favors you? And if you do think so, why do you think are their reasons to do it?" Sandro then realized how... Insensible his question was, so he took it back "Ehhhh, mejor olvidálo. I uhh... That sounded a lot less pushy in my mind, disculpá por lo incómodo"

Zkto' nodded in agreement with Sandro at a few points- Smiling at the 'relax-... Or not' bit, chuckling lightly. "Indeed- I'm a polylingual. I found it very useful in my diplomatic endeavours... Even if it was decades ago." He simply said in response to that- And then came the all important question, at which Zkto' paused. Taking a long drag on his Cigar, as he thought in silence- "I take no offense to your question- Indeed, it's one I've asked many times myself... Alongside my would be assassins, as their attempts to kill me fail in spectacular fashion." Zkto' paused, now exhaling smoke, musing over his answer in detail- It really was a hard question to answer... "I, personally? Have come to believe that an outside factor favors me- Besides my stubbornness- Whether that is a God, or multiple Gods- Or other things, is a factor for debate..." Then came the second aspect- A question he had asked himself many times- Why? "Why? Well, why is also another difficult question to answer- Ask the people of Uvoan, and you will get a few different answers- Some will say it is punishment- That I have to endure the pain of being dragged to the edge of death, time and time again. Others will say it is because I am a God- That it is simply the efforts of some demon to remove me from the equation. Yet still others will simply say I have not yet been called to die by the Pantheon- I myself don't know what to really believe- From that side of the coin anyway." Zkto' then glances at his watch, idly noting the time. "But what I do know? Being stubborn has aided me in surviving this far. I refuse to die, until I say so." He smiles, darkly, and then snuffs his cigar, tossing it deftly into a nearby trashcan. "But, if you'll excuse me for a moment- I have a package arriving out-front." Zkto' then turns, walking towards the doors, and out-front towards the lot where he parked- Soon arriving, and waiting a few minutes... Before a Uvoan Governmental Transport pulls up, engine idling as Zkto nods to the driver in thanks- Who simply smiles back, before the door opens. A rather large wolf bounding out, playfully leaping up to greet Zkto'- Who pet him a few times, before snapping his fingers. "Heel, Rakko." And the large wolf, easily standing 4 feet tall at the shoulder alone, did so quickly. The van quickly drove off to other duties, even as Zkto' turned around, walking back into the dinner now with Rakko following him- Perhaps it might be a tad more bearable, with a companion at his side, Zkto' mused, reaching down to pet Rakko again, as he walked back in...

[Bloodshade]

Amaki decided that it was in everybody's best interests to forgot about the meddling goddess for as long as possible - talking about her was going to do nobody any favours. Instead, Amaki put every ounce of attention she could muster onto Amara and Ambie - the vampire's face betrayed her emotions while Amara spoke. Amaki thought that, for once, letting Amara play around with another person wouldn't be so bad after all.
Meanwhile, Amara felt a sense of joy while Ambrosia spoke to her about her dream job. She was certainly more likeable than her teachers at school... "You are also very smart, Miss Ambrosia!" the little Ausar replied. "De-Demi... Demigryphs sound cute!" Amara had never even heard of such an animal before, but that was yet another cool animal to discover!

Hearing Ambie call her a good mother once again hit Amaki right in the most sensitive bits of her heart. Ambie was very good at this, apparently. Well... it was Ambie that helped Amaki turn her life around - she always seemed to know exactly what to say to either pacify or sooth her. One day, Amaki was going to give it all back - she had no idea how or when, but she would. But... Ambrosia talking about children was a curveball that Amaki could never have seen coming.
"Well, I..." Amaki's eyes fell downwards for a moment. Now wasn't the time to get too emotional or serious, not with Amara around. "It is rewarding, yes. The best thing I have ever done was raising this little beauty." She tickled Amara between her ears. "But... I just... maybe hold off, Ambie, and think about it. If you want a real heart-to-heart about this, I don't think right now is the time." She gestured to the room and the people around. "But if you ever need help thinking about this... well, you know who to ask."

She could sense that Ambie was deep in thought about something, and that something concerned the vampire. Being part-canine meant Amaki was quite well-attuned to emotions. Those of other people anyhow. But those thought went out of the window when the other vampire spoke up. Amaki thought it was something of a stupid question. In this day and age, almost everyone is fine after childbirth. Then another woman who she had never even noticed before saw fit to show everybody around the table images of... well... they were graphic. Amaki covered her daughter's eyes immediately. She couldn't believe the sheer stupidity of this woman! Where was she raised, to think showing and talking about such things at dinner and with a child around was OK?! Amaki's ears flattened against her head in anger for the second time tonight. But for now, she held off. Ambie had been teaching her to be calm, and she thought it best not to cause a scene right now.

Ambrosia simply couldn't get enough of Amara and hearing the little Ausar compliment her intelligence was the icing on the cake. The Countess couldn't help but let out a soft squeal to express just how flattered she was.

"Oh you adorable munchkin! If I'm intelligent, then you must be the brainiest Ausar in the galaxy! See! You even pronounced the word 'Demigryph' correctly on your first try! Oh and they're super cute! Just like you! Look! I'll even show you!"

Ambrosia's mind was bubbling with elation and cheeriness. One could've currently mistook her for a vivacious 5th grader if she wasn't here in the flesh. The vampire shuffled her hands into her dress pocket, pulling out her 'Ȳdragon' phone and opening up her photo gallery and in a few moments, she was showing off her pet Demigryphs, Apollo and Atreus, to Amara. There were a wide variety of relevant pictures stored on her phone and Ambrosia took her time explaining what was going on in each picture. There was one picture of Ambrosia cuddling up to the Demigryphs while they laid next to a fireplace. Another involved one of her Demigryphs, Atreus, being groomed by the vampire, although it was rather obvious that the poor Demigryph simply wanted to be subject to something less tedious, considering his playful demeanor and affectionate eyes, such as running around the Von Carstein's estate fields.

After swiping through a dozen pictures or so, Ambrosia decided to conclude her little presentation and pocketed her smartphone, preferring not to overwhelm the little Ausar.

"Aren't they just precious? Now I know they're huge but they're some of the most affectionate beings in the galaxy. They're...they're like my little babies. In any case junior, I am 200% sure that my pets would love you! They'd be begging for the attention of a sweetheart like yourself!"

Ambrosia picked herself up from the ground and shifted her attention towards the mother Ausar herself. Her beaming smile was still ever present as she was still recovering from the effects of being complimented by the little Ausar.

“Amaki, I swear, I’ve never met such a precious child. All the children I’ve ever met call me a bloodsucker as well as other mean names. You know, Red, you might be rather tough on yourself but if there’s one thing you do well, it’s raising this little pupper! You get an A plus plus star rainbow for parenting! Don’t ask me what that means.”

Subsequently after declaring Amaki’s parenting grade, Ambrosia conjured up an illusion of the letter ‘A’ followed by two bright red plus signs, a dwarf star that looked suspiciously similar to the ‘Albali’ star coupled with an out of place rainbow positioned over it.

“Ta-da! Ugh, sorry about that. That was just an excuse for me to play around with magic. In any case, Red, thank you for everything. Being next to you is a therapeutic experience of its own and with the introduction of Amara, my heart couldn’t be happier. You know, maybe putting one’s love and energy into a child might be a rather....life-changing experience.”

Once she was done unloading her feelings, Ambrosia finally managed to dust off any somber thoughts from her mind and went back to her cheerful self. Occasionally, the vampire’s mind would effortlessly block out the world around her and cause the vampire to ponder about and worry about her future. Fortunately, her pleasant company made it virtually impossible for the vampire to stay in such a depressive mood.

For a few moments, Ambrosia’s attention shifted towards Freya and Astrid in regards to her talk about potentially having children in the future. The latter of the two decided to vividly describe the anatomy of a Blodriker vampire and how it’s simply impossible for one to be pregnant. Ambrosia was rather engrossed by the lecture but as soon as she noticed Amaki flaring up at the presentation, especially because of her daughter’s presence. Ambrosia raced to action and pleaded with Astrid to put away her lab notes for the time being. Swinging over to Amaki, a sheepish grin was present on her face and she felt rather embarrassed to see Amaki understandably flare up in response to the detailed imagery that was used in Astrid’s presentation.

“It’s okay now, dear. Amara can look now. Amara, you saw nothing? Capisce? Heh, guess we’re going to put the lid on the topic of having children, aren’t we? Say...don’t take any offense but you held back, didn’t you? Hey, I know your temper! Want me to remind you of the first time we met in person? Fun times! You were such a cute, goofy pup and you still are.”

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Imperial-Octavia: Upon noticing a rather ghastly looking individual attempt to ingratiate herself with Amara, Ambrosia's face couldn't help but flare up at this stranger's disgustingly blunt introduction. The vampire just couldn't stand this individual's brashness! Who was she to waltz on over and speak to a child without her mother's permission? Seeing this being attempt to pet Amara's head infuriated Ambrosia and she jumped to action, grabbing a hold of her hand before it even came close to the little Ausar's head and calmly placing this abomination's hand back to her side. Ambrosia placed herself in front of Amara as she stared daggers at the stranger, a quiet snarling escaping from her mouth.

"And who are you? You've got some nerve coming over here and trying to pet Amaki's little kid without her permission. Be careful, whatever your face is. I have little patience for people like you and you're already testing my limits. Oh would you look at that! Your master is calling you. It would be rather rude for a pet to ignore their master's commands. Shoo now. I'd prefer watching Zenny wipe the floor with your honor."

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Uvoan: Ambrosia spotted a familiar figure, conversing with a few others already. He had a neatly trimmed head of brown hair and his true composure was that of an uncompromising, unbending mountain but he somehow managed to pass himself off as an approachable, knowledgeable old man. Finally, alarm bells rung inside of Ambrosia's mind. This was none other than the dreaded Zkto' Zovban, a man that constantly flirts with Death, considering the fact that he's been evading such a fate for an abnormal amount of time. Either lady luck truly favored this individual or there was something even more sinister about his background.

In any case, Ambrosia decided that it wouldn't hurt to go ahead and amuse herself with Zkto'. She excused herself once more and strode on over, putting in front of Zkto', with a thin, friendly smile presenting itself on her face, in the hopes of making herself look approachable.

"I hope I'm not rudely interrupting anything of importance. I wouldn't want to get on your bad side, now would I? Well now! This is a pleasant...well, I guess in this case, it's just a surprise to see you here! What exactly brings you here? I thought a gruff, busy man like yourself would be too busy for such meaningless events but I guess I've been proven wrong by our presence. Anyways, have you been enjoying yourself?"

Ambrosia shifted her gaze towards the 4 foot wolf that Zkto' decided to bring on over to the party. The wolf was abnormally large when compared to the average member of its species.

"What an adorable creature you have by your side! How old is your canine friend? It's oddly large for a wolf if I might add. Selective breeding, genetic manipulation or lady luck?"

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Kafair: Ambrosia's senses were tingling once more. She could almost feel the overwhelming aura of extravagance exude itself from the Sultan as he advanced into the White House. Ambrosia decided to gesture towards the Sultan, prompting him to approach the vampire. As per usual, Ambrosia decided to introduce herself to the new arrival.

"Greetings, you may simply refer to me as 'Ambrosia', your highness. I'm the Countess of a nation known as Bloodshade. A mix of multiple different races and cultures, constantly being threatened by beasts, force of nature and chaos. Who might you be? All I can conclude is that you seem decorating your attire with rather ornate accessories. Do you honestly need that cane or is it a fashion accessory?"

[Kafair]

Kafair: Ambrosia's senses were tingling once more. She could almost feel the overwhelming aura of extravagance exude itself from the Sultan as he advanced into the White House. Ambrosia decided to gesture towards the Sultan, prompting him to approach the vampire. As per usual, Ambrosia decided to introduce herself to the new arrival.

"Greetings, you may simply refer to me as 'Ambrosia', your highness. I'm the Countess of a nation known as Bloodshade. A mix of multiple different races and cultures, constantly being threatened by beasts, force of nature and chaos. Who might you be? All I can conclude is that you seem decorating your attire with rather ornate accessories. Do you honestly need that cane or is it a fashion accessory?"

The sultan approached, and bowed to her. "A little of both, I must say. Its a gift from my sister, and I do love its design. But, I do have trouble making my way at times, on account of my eye." He gestured to the patch, which was just as ornate as the cane. "Ruined my depth perception for a long time, and it took my a good while to readjust my sword fighting style to it."

It took him a moment to realized he had yet even introduced himself. "Ah, bad manners of me. I am the Sultan Ori al-Karim, ruler of Kafair. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ambrosia." He thought for a moment. "Bloodshade..... I remember hearing something about it. You are vampires, are you not? If I am off I do hope I didnt offend you." He swept some of his hair out of his good eye, studying her from head to toe.

Taking in her comment on his accessories, he smiled. "You know, whats the point of wealth if you dont flaunt it a little? I thought it would be smart to appear in my good outfit for this event, try to form a good first impression. But, I think thats enough about myself. Please, I have yet to actually meet someone like you, being a vampire. Whats it like?"

[Imperial-Octavia]

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Imperial-Octavia: Upon noticing a rather ghastly looking individual attempt to ingratiate herself with Amara, Ambrosia's face couldn't help but flare up at this stranger's disgustingly blunt introduction. The vampire just couldn't stand this individual's brashness! Who was she to waltz on over and speak to a child without her mother's permission? Seeing this being attempt to pet Amara's head infuriated Ambrosia and she jumped to action, grabbing a hold of her hand before it even came close to the little Ausar's head and calmly placing this abomination's hand back to her side. Ambrosia placed herself in front of Amara as she stared daggers at the stranger, a quiet snarling escaping from her mouth.

"And who are you? You've got some nerve coming over here and trying to pet Amaki's little kid without her permission. Be careful, whatever your face is. I have little patience for people like you and you're already testing my limits. Oh would you look at that! Your master is calling you. It would be rather rude for a pet to ignore their master's commands. Shoo now. I'd prefer watching Zenny wipe the floor with your honor.[/quote]

Tal'Talen's arm let out a very small shock similar to a hand buzzer and moved her hand away. "I believe that I'm close enough to The Paramount, thank you very much.¨Tal´Talen conducted a quick scan of the countess and immediately realized who it was she was talking to ¨You are Ambrosia Von Carstein yes? I´m Tal´Talen, Arm of the Mechanator Corps and in all honesty, I don´t think the organic´s mother needs to be involved. I just wanted to pet the thing that´s all. Frankly, I wouldn´t have expected that one with...you special physiology would have such motherly instincts, but if you intend to stop me then very well. This is a diplomatic mission after all, and I would hate to cause any unneeded incidents. So let´s put this little incident behind us and perhaps later I can pet the canine child.¨ As far as Talen was concerned this was a perfectly diplomatic response (it isn´t) and though refusing to leave she would sit down nearby seemingly zoning out, but before that she had one last quip for Ambrosia ¨Oh! Would you please tell the organic´s mother that its offspring is cute? a shame we may assimilate it somewhere down the line...¨ Talen would say this last part silently purposefully trying to get a rise out of Ambrosia. Sure this did go against the diplomatic purpose of this mission, but The Paramount wouldn´t likely mind hurting the feelings of some primitive organics. Talen didn´t know and frankly didn´t care if he did, but at least she found an excuse in case this little incident was discovered

[Khoronzon]

Narcissus finally retrieved his wayward pet, picking it up and clasping his right hand firmly over its head. Their flesh began to fuse together until its head and his hand morphed into a single, undifferentiated mass, while its long, serpentine body wrapped around his arm and shoulder before ceasing to move. He walked back to the bar, the unsettlingly smooth lump of flesh that currently replaced his right hand tucked out of sight in the folds of his shawl. Looking over the guests around him once again, most were faces he'd never previously encountered - yet of the few of which he had some recollection, one in particular stood out. He'd had some history with Ambrosia von Carstein; very brief history, but... notable nonetheless. There was a certain degree of animosity between the two, to say the least. He briefly hesitated mid-step, but... Not here, he thought. Now's not the time to make a scene.

And so he returned to the bar, freeing a now soundly sleeping Chimaira from his arm as his hand took shape once more. He sat down beside the equally dormant Iranon, who, in an apparent lucid dream, was giggling softly as mist rose from around his head. Narcissus spotted a small notebook peering out from a pocket between Iranon's layered mess of black scarves and his coat underneath, and, in a moment of curiosity, discreetly pulled it out and opened it. The first few pages were a scattered mess of semi-coherent ramblings in Askhorion script, complemented by various hastily scrawled sigils. Some pages were entirely covered by elaborate fractal-like inscriptions. While it was mostly written in black ink, at times, the colour would change seemingly mid-stroke, blending with impossible flawlesness from one tone to the next. Narcissus continued to read through it, seemingly unable to stop, and in doing so, he failed to notice the pitch-black fumes coalescing out of Iranon's mist, forming an ethereal, humanoid figure floating several metres away from the bar. As it took a more distinct shape, its likeness to Iranon became apparent. It turned its head back towards Narcissus and chuckled endearingly in a hollow, spectral voice, before dissipating into a barely-visible black cloud. It began to move towards Ambrosia, before finally fading out of sight.

...

Ambrosia and Tal'Talen were in the middle of a minor spat as the air around them momentarily grew ever-so-slightly colder and darker. Only the animals present seemed to notice, but before they could make a sound, Iranon's floating black silhouette took shape behind the Countess. Leaning over her and extending a smoky, immaterial arm, he began to playfully ruffle her hair, apparently completely oblivious to her entourage. As he did so, his hand solidified slightly, and his features became more apparent in the dark haze.

"Boo," he softly uttered, in a tone that was anything but startling - were it not for the manner of his appearance, at least. "Fancy seeing you here, Ambrosia. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything of note...?"

[-Astoria]

OOC: aaagh, so many posts flying in, and me having no time to try & edit it to fit the arc!

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As the Valentians said their greetings to the High Priestess, another car pulled in after 3 minutes.

Jamie Izabella Æstriðr Clementine Eirian: Hmm, what a humble person, I must say. Quite a nondescript vehicle, but of course, there is nothing wrong with that.

Jolyn Helen Maxine Caulfield Ceeta: Sometimes, you have to stay humble with this sort of thing, I suppose. One way or another… any idea who that is?

Jamie Izabella Æstriðr Clementine Eirian: I am going to hazard a guess that they are from Astoria… I don’t know.

Jamie was right; out came a man presenting as the PM of Astoria. Robert Paisley is his name, locking his car at the parking lot.

As he walk to the White House, he seems to be filled with awe. It was more or less the good gardening job from Holly, the Valentians would thought, but it was obvious that it was due to the sheer size of the place.

Valentijn Samantha Maxwell Constantine: Ahh hello there! I am Valentijn, and I am the grand host of this party! I am very glad to see you around, of course! You must be Mr. Robert Paisley. I know, we have not met each other until now, but please, make yourself at home! I am sure that we will be well-acquainted and be friends when we are done here!

Soon after entering the gates, Paisley could only but look & stare at the incredibly tall person addressing him; whilst taking his time to get used to it, he became slightly aware of a heavily-armoured gentleman, accompanied by what appeared to be their guards. He managed to mutter a few greeting words, and the newcomer was gone - almost as fast as when he had entered the gates.

Anyway, back to the tall person - in response, Paisley said: ''Evening to you - I presume you're the host for this dinner?', mentally kicking himself for the overall pomposity of the words that just escaped from his mouth. 'This is a rather nice place you've got here, err... sir - 'specially the garden, too.'

With the opening remarks over and done with, Paisley decided to to turn his mind to meeting the other guests at the dinner, and entered the front door. He then stood to the side of it, scanning the room for any free seat available - it took him a bit of a while until he finally managed to see an empty seat. In the time it took, a man in a rather flamboyant sort of cape breezed past him [and also a pair of weirdly-eared children running around], and now talking with a woman with white hair.

Noticing that the spare seat was located nearest to the aforementioned, Paisley sat in it, and tried to strike up a conversation with neighbouring diners. Indeed, as this was his first trip into the multiverse, he could not help but feel slightly nervous - and it showed in the fidgeting of the tablecloth.

'Sorry to bother you, but hello - my name's Robert Paisley, Prime Minister of Astoria - and you are...?'

[Uvoan]

Uvoan: Ambrosia spotted a familiar figure, conversing with a few others already. He had a neatly trimmed head of brown hair and his true composure was that of an uncompromising, unbending mountain but he somehow managed to pass himself off as an approachable, knowledgeable old man. Finally, alarm bells rung inside of Ambrosia's mind. This was none other than the dreaded Zkto' Zovban, a man that constantly flirts with Death, considering the fact that he's been evading such a fate for an abnormal amount of time. Either lady luck truly favored this individual or there was something even more sinister about his background.

In any case, Ambrosia decided that it wouldn't hurt to go ahead and amuse herself with Zkto'. She excused herself once more and strode on over, putting in front of Zkto', with a thin, friendly smile presenting itself on her face, in the hopes of making herself look approachable.

"I hope I'm not rudely interrupting anything of importance. I wouldn't want to get on your bad side, now would I? Well now! This is a pleasant...well, I guess in this case, it's just a surprise to see you here! What exactly brings you here? I thought a gruff, busy man like yourself would be too busy for such meaningless events but I guess I've been proven wrong by our presence. Anyways, have you been enjoying yourself?"

Ambrosia shifted her gaze towards the 4 foot wolf that Zkto' decided to bring on over to the party. The wolf was abnormally large when compared to the average member of its species.

"What an adorable creature you have by your side! How old is your canine friend? It's oddly large for a wolf if I might add. Selective breeding, genetic manipulation or lady luck?"

Zkto' was - unpleasently- suprised when Ambrosia popped up. Sure, he had seen a copy of an earlier guest list- And surveyed the room, but he had somehow had managed to miss the [literal] blood-sucking parasite. Thinking over the rather impressive myriad of insults - "Uvoan can handle itself. It's not a state on the brink of constant rebellion anymore." He said with a casual eye-roll. "And I have been quite enjoying myself- Up until a bit ago, however... The quality of people they let into this dinner shocks me at times." He says, gesturing in the direction of the door- Eyes narrowing as he looks at a particular incident. Before promptly brightening up again as Ambrosia brings up Rekko-

"Rekko's doing fine- It's a good chance for him to get out and about! He's about three years old- Just about a tenth of the way through a typical Csenr wolve's lifespan." Zkto' says, happy to be chatting about his dog, while kneeling down to pet Rekko. "... And it's a bit of lady luck I suppose- Even if he isn't that far above average. But even then- Most Csenr Wolves do tend to be rather large- 3 foot, 10 inches tends to be an average... They're also very intelligent- That's how I got Rekko actually. He stole the keys off a gaurd, and used them to break into the kitchen!" Zkto' laughs lightly, rubbing Rekko's ears as he does so. "And highly protective- I've rarely felt safer than with Rekko at my side." Zkto' admits, while standing back up fully- Rekko tilting his head back, seeming to ask a question-

"Nen totutvo, dito iyest viz frimir." Zkto' then states, as Rekko is almost immediatly bounding away, angling for a scene that caught his attention-

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Talen was, very abruptly, interrupted by a rather large wolf bounding forward- Almost literally sliding between her legs- Before Rekko went skidding to a stop, rearing up to turn around in a flash. Landing just as quickly, facing Talen- With Rekko having placed himself between Talen and Amara. Turning slightly to check on the latter, before fully re-focusing on the former.

[Blodrike]

Ambrosia was taken aback by Freya's statement. If she recalls correctly, vampires in Bloodshade have never had much issue with pregnancy. However, a vampire in her homeland were still averse to pregnancy, not because it's dangerous but because those that conceive a child are forced to part with a portion of their magical potential, increasing their child's own ability to manipulating the Winds of Magic while weakening their own natural ability but considering how most vampires in Bloodshade are ambitious, opportunistic individuals, having a biological child isn't exactly beneficial if you're looking to form a power base on your own.

"No! No! There's no need to worry about me, sweetheart, but regardless, my heart is warmed by your concern. There's only one downside to being pregnant, both parents end up having their magical potential being sapped by the child as it forms inside of the woman's womb."

Ambrosia watched Astrid explain just how unfeasible it would be for a Blodriker vampire to bear a child. Ambrosia's stomach rumbling grew more intense the longer Astrid went on and now she was rather worried about Freya and her kind. If this was the case, how did those vampires ensure that their numbers didn't dwindle? Sure, they might be able to live for a millennia but what happens if someone decides to cull them once more?

"Freya, sweetheart, if you can't have a child, how do vampires such as yourself keep your numbers up? Do you happen to have something similar to a 'Blood Kiss'? By that, I mean, can you convert humans into vampires?"

Upon noticing Amaki shield her Amara's eyes from the illustrations Astrid had set up, she felt rather embarrassed at the fact that Astrid forgot about the fact that Amara was watching. She decided to speak on Amaki's behalf and hope that Astrid accede to her plea.

"Astrid, darling! I appreciate the fact that you spent some time educating us and seriously speaking, I feel rather all the more wiser now but there's a little girl here! Please consider that fact."

Seeing how lost and surprised Ambrosia was by the queen's genuine concern for her wellbeing, as well as Ambrosia's question about population numbers, made Freya realize that perhaps their homes weren't as similar as she'd once thought. Indeed, despite both lands being inhabited by vampires, comparing Blodrike to Bloodshade was like comparing barbarians to Romans—the two populations were as far apart as you could get, when it came to social structure. The vampires in Bloodshade emulated human civilization: a society built on rule of law, an appreciation for the fine arts, and the pursuit of knowledge and technological progress. Whereas most of Freya's kind were untameable feral beasts, with no need or want for human language, inventions or moral codes. Freya herself was a rare exception (at least when satiated and in a good mood), but only for the sake of her relationship with Ambrosia—she'd never force the rest of her kind to adopt human ways.

You could see then, why the vampires in Blodrike evolved for females to die while birthing offspring. Being simple and animalistic creatures, they'd attack anything that can move, including their own species (if you put two vampires together in a room, they'd viciously kill each other). So if a mama vampire ever survived to see her newborn cub, chances were she'd cannibalize it right away. And even if she didn't, she wouldn't have any instinct or interest to raise the newborn, meaning it would die if it wasn't able to hunt on its own. This meant being born at 9 months blind and helpless (like humans) was completely out of the question—vampires usually stayed in the womb for a year or more, so they could be developed enough to survive alone immediately after birth. By that time, the head would be too big to pass outside naturally. Coupled with the first reason, the only solution then? Sacrifice the mother's life.

Freya pondered for a bit, on how to respond to Ambrosia's question. In any case, Ambrosia would likely have a culture shock when she heard it. "Honey, there's something I gotta tell you," she said, then leaned closer to the other vampire's ear. In a hushed voice (Freya considered this matter somewhat personal), she continued: "I'm afraid most of my kind aren't like you or me at all. We're monsters, that's our nature. Vampires are hard-wired to attack anything that moves, even if it's one of our own. I guess that's why we evolved to die when we reproduce—otherwise the newborn wouldn't have a chance, because the mother would kill and eat it. And since we have to survive on our own from birth, our bodies have to be fully developed when we're born, unlike human babies. So the only way out is the way you saw in those pictures, which ain't pretty. I'm not sure which came first, our lifestyle or our method of reproduction—that's like the question of the chicken or the egg. Either way, having too many of us isn't a good thing at all, because we'd just kill each other."

"Sorry if this was too overwhelming for you to take in. But my kind are just too different from your kind or the humans, so they shouldn't be judged by the same standards. Because honestly, humanity has its blights as well. Though we're quite primitive, at least we're pure and innocent from the evils of the human world: war, slavery, oppression, politics, greed and environmental destruction. Of course there are some who've adopted a more cultured life like myself or Astrid, but it's completely their own choice whether they want to or not. I'd never force civilization down their throats or let anybody else do that. I hope you'll understand, honey."

When she was done whispering, Freya gave the other vampire a quick little hug and kiss before returning to her seat. Ambrosia also wondered if Freya's kind had something like a "blood kiss" to turn humans into vampires. "I'm sure that's not possible for most of us," she said. "Maybe it could be done with magic, but I haven't tried it because I don't have any humans to test on. And given our nature, I doubt any human would want to be a vampire."

Freya could tell that the talking canine lady, Amaki, was quite horrified by Astrid's sketches and lecture on vampire reproduction, by the way she angrily flattened her ears against her head and desperately tried to shield her cub, Amara, from seeing the gory sketches. But Freya didn't bother to apologize or say anything—after all, she'd done nothing wrong. It wasn't her or Astrid's fault that others were, in her opinion, overly prudish and easily offended by everything. She also didn't bother to greet the several other strangers who entered the room (and tried to play with Amaki's cub, one of them). Because quite frankly, she was only here for her girlfriend and nobody else—the others simply weren't worth her time or attention. That said, Freya did keep a close watch on all of them, and would very well be ready to defend Ambrosia should the need arise.

Then, Ambrosia pulled out a rectangular black object from the pocket of her dress. It was a mobile phone, something Freya had never seen before, so naturally she had no idea what it was or what it could do. As if by magic, a picture of Ambrosia's two pets, "demigryphs" as she called them, appeared on the front of this strange black box, and she joyfully showed it to Amaki's cub. The beasts looked somewhat familiar—they had the head of an eagle and the body of a lion, just like the griffons back home, but without the wings. By now, Freya was getting even more curious. The object's behavior resembled a magic mirror, but the way Ambrosia controlled it (by sliding the screen with her finger) was completely alien to her. Finally, Ambrosia locked her smartphone screen and the pictures instantly disappeared, and then she put away the device. "Whoa, I've never seen a gadget like that!" said Freya. "It must be some kind of magic mirror, right? How do you make the thing work?"

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Salem felt helpless and alone. He was watching everyone else have their fun while he sat there, tortured by the fact that everyone was enjoying their time. If only the heavens would grant him a companion! Someone he could plot with! The Zitravgradian Premier, Mr. Miroslavsky, was a candidate for that position initially but it didn't take long for Salem to realize that the Premier was simply toying with him. Now, his only friend was this small, pathetic but cute version of Cerberus.

Salem's body trembled as he spotted the viper slither towards him and he was about to yell for Ambrosia to save him from this reptile but then something insane occurred, this being spoke to Salem and the black cat looked around to ensure that this so called 'Frederick' was directly speaking to Salem.

"You...you can talk? By the heavens, you can talk! How do you do, my fellow cursed partner? Allow me to introduce myself! My name is Salem. I used to one of the greatest military minds on my home world until a goddess cursed my efforts. Look at me! I'm in the body of a cat! I can't come out of this disgusting shell of an animal for another two millennia! That's what my master's telling me at least...Oh, you poor thing, you're telling my that Ambie's little vampire lover cursed you? Yikes, pal! I don't know what to say. I offer you my condolences, dear Frederick."

The talking snake now curled up beside the cat. "Yeah, that lady can be quite hard to get, don't you agree? Anyway, it's an honor to meet you, Salem. If I may be curious, what exactly happened that landed you in your current predicament? Is there something that could help break the spell?"

[Aurevbush]

OOC: aaagh, so many posts flying in, and me having no time to try & edit it to fit the arc!

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[spoiler=Interactions with Astoria]As the Valentians said their greetings to the High Priestess, another car pulled in after 3 minutes.

Jamie Izabella Æstriðr Clementine Eirian: Hmm, what a humble person, I must say. Quite a nondescript vehicle, but of course, there is nothing wrong with that.

Jolyn Helen Maxine Caulfield Ceeta: Sometimes, you have to stay humble with this sort of thing, I suppose. One way or another… any idea who that is?

Jamie Izabella Æstriðr Clementine Eirian: I am going to hazard a guess that they are from Astoria… I don’t know.

Jamie was right; out came a man presenting as the PM of Astoria. Robert Paisley is his name, locking his car at the parking lot.

As he walk to the White House, he seems to be filled with awe. It was more or less the good gardening job from Holly, the Valentians would thought, but it was obvious that it was due to the sheer size of the place.

Valentijn Samantha Maxwell Constantine: Ahh hello there! I am Valentijn, and I am the grand host of this party! I am very glad to see you around, of course! You must be Mr. Robert Paisley. I know, we have not met each other until now, but please, make yourself at home! I am sure that we will be well-acquainted and be friends when we are done here!

Soon after entering the gates, Paisley could only but look & stare at the incredibly tall person addressing him; whilst taking his time to get used to it, he became slightly aware of a heavily-armoured gentleman, accompanied by what appeared to be their guards. He managed to mutter a few greeting words, and the newcomer was gone - almost as fast as when he had entered the gates.

Anyway, back to the tall person - in response, Paisley said: ''Evening to you - I presume you're the host for this dinner?', mentally kicking himself for the overall pomposity of the words that just escaped from his mouth. 'This is a rather nice place you've got here, err... sir - 'specially the garden, too.'

With the opening remarks over and done with, Paisley decided to to turn his mind to meeting the other guests at the dinner, and entered the front door. He then stood to the side of it, scanning the room for any free seat available - it took him a bit of a while until he finally managed to see an empty seat. In the time it took, a man in a rather flamboyant sort of cape breezed past him [and also a pair of weirdly-eared children running around], and now talking with a woman with white hair.

Noticing that the spare seat was located nearest to the aforementioned, Paisley sat in it, and tried to strike up a conversation with neighbouring diners. Indeed, as this was his first trip into the multiverse, he could not help but feel slightly nervous - and it showed in the fidgeting of the tablecloth.

'Sorry to bother you, but hello - my name's Robert Paisley, Prime Minister of Astoria - and you are...?'

[/spoiler]

In a nearby table where Baize and Dr. Boyd are conversing and awaiting their drinks, a handsome young fellow from what appears to be another dimension, breaks the ice and intiates what may be the start of a personal cross-dimension between leaders of their respected nations.

Dr. Boyd, sitting across Baize, drops his fork by accident when trying to coaster his lap with a napkin. He apologizes quietly and proceeds to pick up his untensil from the floor.

"Oh hello, you..Mr. Paisley," she replied in a warm tone and big smile. "I am President Tianna Baize of the Aurevbushan Federation, you can simply call me Tianna if you wish."

In her mind: "He looks like a nice guy. Interesting how he picked us to talk to, will have to make the best of it. p Gotta be delightful to finally meet with someone in this party. Nothing deep, just friends."

Dr. Boyd who just set his fork aside on the table (like further by the corner) glanced at Mr. Paisley before regaining his professional composure. "Good evening, my name is Dr. Stewart Boyd, PhD, GALTech Dept of Theoretical Physics. I have a profile of many theories and publications of the origins and fate of our universe, the universe which we...come from at least. Now, where is it you say you're from again?" he asked intriguied.

[Mithridatium]

The First Lord was irritated in being halted before the entrance, and though he was unable to understand what the Valentinians were saying to him, he observed that by the tones of their voices that they were displeased in some way. Terebinth turned on a translator mechanism on the side of his helmet as who he assumed was Valentijn spoke to him. He heard something about weapons and indoors, and then was led inside the building. Triterinth followed closely behind the First Lord, and then came the two Oxadrutune delegates, then their bodyguards. Kallabos did not make eye contact with Valentijn, and was eager to go past him. As he entered into the white house, the glowing light in Terebinth's two eye slits grew bright as his eyes widened, seeing the great globe statue in the foyer. Kallabos and Sikso stood closely together, and stared at the many people gathered in the building, as well as at the statue. All members of the party stood in the middle of the foyer for sometime, not really knowing where they should go next. Sikso humbly requested Terebinth if he could be permitted to enter the room on the left of the statue, of which he was allowed. Sikso implored Kallabos to join him, who reluctantly did. Once the Oxadrutunes departed, the two Checlites continued standing about, unmoving. They were flanked by the group of Sorophian warriors, who all brandished their fearsome weapons while standing motionless. After a long period of silence, Terebinth spoke to Triterinth the Treasurer.

"My friend, isn't this an interesting venue?" Triterinth ceased staring at another guest and responded flatly.

"Yes, interesting indeed, my lord. If not primitive." The sound of bubbling could be heard as Terebinth sighed.

"Do try to enjoy yourself. I brought you here so that you could have a respite from your arduous labor. I do fear that you overwork yourself, old friend." Triterinth then quickly retorted in an expressive voice.

"I find no greater fulfillment than that of my work. It gives me purpose, a reason to exist. Serving you as Treasurer is my vocation in this life, my lord. Of which I am deeply dedicated to." Terebinth turned to his friend and raised his arm, resting his armored hand upon one of Triterinth's sunken shoulders.

"That I do not question. You are certainly among the most diligent of the court. Along with Disadus, that is." The mentioning of the android greatly angered Triterinth, and the liquid inside his bulky helm sloshed around as he muttered something under his breath. Terebinth patted his friend's shoulder a few times, then turned and walked off. Triterinth shook his helmeted head, and proceeded in following the First Lord in his wandering about the foyer. Their Sorophian bodyguards kept up with them, menacingly escorting the two Checlites wherever they went.

Upon entering the room to the left of the foyer, Kallabos and Sikso looked upon the massive cake lying about in the middle of the room. Sikso licked his lips with his forked tongue, though Kallabos seem disinterested in the massive pastry. The Drindar then strutted off into the rest of room, staring at the many guests inside with his orange eyes. After adjusting a few pieces of jewelry strung about his neck, Sikso slithered behind his friend. Kallabos looked down upon the many guests that were smaller in size to him, and he struggled to walk forward without running into the many guests in the room. The Slindar following him did not have this concern however, and knocked into many bystanders, sometimes intentionally. Kallabos scanned the room, and his eyes caught sight of what he thought to be a bar. He then began striding off towards it, with Sikso struggling to keep up with him. When he got to it, Kallabos seemed unimpressed with the tiny bottles of liquor that were displayed. Though his mind thought of the giant Valentijn, and he surmised that they must have glasses able to hold much larger quantities. The Drindar then placed his blue arm onto the bar's long table, then loudly tapped one of his clawed fingers repeatedly on the table surface, trying to get the attention of the bartender. His companion Sikso was in no mood for a drink, and slithered away to a seat nearby, and coiled up his tail onto it. He then brushed off his white robes, and fiddled with some rings on his fingers. He anxiously waited for Kallabos to join him, and felt quite uncomfortable sitting alone by himself, amidst at least a dozen cheerful conversations. His red eyes then took to staring again at the many other guests in the room, making critical comments about their appearances to himself to pass the time.

[Kihodova Hopi]

The horse clopped as it pulled a very shoddy looking cart behind him. The horse itself was nothing special either, being a brown mare that seemed to be mildly struggling to try and pull the cart. On top of the cart were Pivane and a man he found to pull the cart for him. Pivane himself was well dressed, for Hopi standards anyways. He wore a hide shirt and leggings, trying to emulate the style of ‘modern’ men, and a red tippet that stretched down to his ribs.

“Is the clothing really necessary?” Asked the man, confused.

“First impressions matter, good man. This will be the first time I meet any of these people, in fact, I am to believe that I never met the host or hostess personally before.” He saw the man’s brow raise. “They’re good people, don’t worry. Besides, I am sure I can handle anything that happens to me. I survived the Comanche’s cooking, after all.” Pivane giggled at his own joke.

The man smiled as he jokingly smacked Pivane. “Now you should not say things like that in the presence of foreign leaders.”

Pivane shook his head, he knew better. After a brief period of silence, he asked ”How is my English?”

The driver simply replied with “You’ll be fine.”, calming Pivane’s nerves. The two remained silent for the remainder of the ride.

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As the cart approached the White House, Pivane’s jaw dropped. The house looked as big as a Mesa back in his homeland. The driver could only lower his brows, he shook his head as he muttered: “He must be compensating for something.” Pivane didn’t notice.

“We’re here.” the Driver said, slowly slowing the cart to a stop. He put his hand out, looking like he wanted a handshake. It took Pivane a good couple of seconds to realize what he wanted, but he eventually shook hands with the driver and Pivane got off. Pivane looked around the front. His eyes were filled with the glamour of the white house, a feat of construction and ingenuity he thought impossible. He then looked for anyone in the front yard itself. He recognized a few of the people but noted that most had seemed to have already been inside.

He thought it only appropriate to go inside to greet the fellow partygoers. He straightened out his tippet as he casually walked through the front towards the door. He casually waved at a few of the people in the yard, regardless if they noticed him, but overall tried to have a low profile. He reached the door and paused. He was unsure if he should just walk in or wait for someone to allow him in.

He bit his lip in nervousness as he opened the door. He breathed a mild sigh of relief at not being immediately shot or yelled at. With that, he walked into the house and began to look around. He pulled a small pipe and some tobacco out of his pocket and poured the tobacco in. After the pipe was filled, he fiddled around in his pocket, but couldn’t find the lighter he was looking for. A bit disappointed, he looked around for a light to ignite his pipe with. He was a bit confused when instead of seeing a traditional torch or anything similar, he saw a lamp. He shrugged as he walked towards the lamp. “It must produce some heat if it’s bright like that.” He said. Without thinking, he began to hover his pipe over the lamp as it did… well, nothing. He became increasingly confused, but still patient, as his pipe refused to light. Despite the lack of lighting, he continued to stare at the pipe, which was now directly touching the side of the lampshade.

[Bloodshade]

Snipping completed

Upon hearing Zen go into detail about what happened after he sat down, Ambrosia's brain cells were scratching their own heads in the hopes that they'd try and comprehend the gravity of the situations that Zen threw himself in. Her puzzled grey matter simply commanded Ambrosia to play along and brush off any hint of confusion and bewilderment from her face. So she did...until Zen went on about how alternate version of himself had already met with Amaki. At that point, Ambrosia simply couldn't hold back her astonishment at such a revelation.

"Zen, explain. Short version please. I'm not a 'theory' type of gal and I'm already confused. In any case, let's try to hold back on the details? Look, you're a smart Ignisian! Act like as if you're some bard stopping by an inn, telling tales of wondrous, dangerous adventures you've been on! Have I put you in the correct mood yet? Just try to sugarcoat the story for the sake of the audience! Also, don't fight with anyone. You're in no condition to fight and I'll restrict you to verbally abusing any of those doru-borto āegenka līvi. (Valyrian: "Stupid Iron Whores". Aimed at the Paramount and his comrades but Ambrosia doesn't expect anyone to translate that)

Do you want to twiddle with your thumbs outside of this establishment while listening to me rant at you while I'm standing on one of the balconies? No! No, you don't!"

Right on cue, Zen decided to honor the Countess's wishes, yelling at the top his voice and unleashing his tirade to the Paramount and his inner circle. Ambrosia couldn't help but cover her ears during that exchange due to the discomfort inflicted upon her. She felt comfortable whenever the room was at comfortable sound level of 60 to 80 decibels but Zen's only objective was to get under the Paramount's skin. Once he was done, a look of disappointment found its way onto Ambrosia's face, only for a smirk to crawl its way back.

"You're such a dork. In any case, dear, if you require my presence, just sidle up right beside me whenever the need arises. I always have time for you. Hell, you can be my escort for the night if you're feeling extra knightly this evening! Either that or you can strike up a conversation with anyone of your choosing!"

Ambrosia left the Ignisian to his devices, giving him a quick scratch behind one his ears as treat for his courtesy this evening before she attended the other guests.

---

Angie took a deep breath to calm her nerves down as Ambie spoke. The silky-smooth voice of the loving vampire, although filled with concern, was still enough to calm her down if she just closed her eyes and solely focused on her. God, just hearing her speak puts her off-guard and off-edge. Which is just what she needed at this time. After exhaling deeply, Angie spoke.

"Okay... Okay... Mi calmo..." At this point, Angie rewound all of Ambie's words in her head, and upon realizing what she did say, she couldn't help but chuckle "Heheh, looks like I am not the only one with un problema familiare, huh? È buono saperlo... Alright, alright. I forget about la mia famiglia..." Angie gathered her thoughts about her entire day, and took the highlights into account "First off: I am feeling... Alright, a little lonely come sempre, but now that you are around? I guess that is over for a while. il lavoro è una cagna come sempre, criminali everywhere and I feel like I am l'unica persona who can actually fight quest' bastardi. Matter of fact? I came all the way over here because I was chasing some idiota-Merda, I wasn't even aware of where was I standing until I saw the Valentian flag! il lavoro è la mia vita, perhaps to an unhealthy degree but, I have you to even cosi out, certo Rosia?" She said all of this with a playful lean in Ambrosia's direction before enveloping her into a caring hug and then she whispered something in her ear "Grazie per tutto... Brosia!"

Angie then leaned back as quickly as she could with a giggle, barely able to contain her laughter at her attempt at teasing the vampire. She knew Ambie was an even bigger tease, but she might as well try to have fun before the woman she loves the most comes back at her with a vengeance. Also, she took a pair of white sunglasses she had concealed within the leather jacket she wore on top of her dress and put them on.

"Ricordami che I shouldn't take these off. I don't wear them as often anymore but this time around I need them. I don't want to be recognized"

Ambrosia still wasn't content with Angie's state of mind. The hapless lass just couldn't get a break and watching the Stanierisi officer try to collect herself. The vampire slid her own hand on top of Angie's on the hopes that her tender touch could send Angie's mind into cloud nine, hopefully causing her to forget about their demoralizing family.

"Well are you interested in just how much I hate the majority of my family? Yes,I can't stand the insignificant members. They all simply jump on the bandwagon and...are you interested? I don't want to worry your pretty little head about my life."

The Countess patiently listened to her sweetheart as she rambled on about how she managed to arrive to the party. Ambrosia was honestly rather surprised that Angie managed to crash at this party in such a ridiculous fashion. Ambrosia couldn't help but try to stifle a giggle from escaping her mouth but it was a bit too obvious that was she laughing in response to Angie's story.

"You're such a delight. Remember sweetheart, if you ever feel lonely, crash at my place or chiamami dopo. I might have to carry an entire nation on my shoulders but I'll make time for you."

Hearing Angie call her 'Rosia' caused the vampire's cheeks to turn ruby red as she couldn't help but shrug off that fuzzy feeling lurking in her heart. Hopefully, it wasn't an indication of a heart disease and just a figure of speech. Ambrosia returned the hug tightly, resting her head on Angie's shoulder while enveloping her body with her own arms. She felt so comfortable in her embrace. The moment felt rather wholesome until Angie decided to tease the vampire by butchering her name.

"Brosia! How did you get that name? Oh by the heavens, you are going to forget that nickname and call me 'Rosia' or else. Don't you dare follow up by 'or else what' unless you want to regret being next to me!"

Ambrosia watched as Angie equipped a pair of white sunglasses and subsequently, her fashion sense was offended and she couldn't help but retch a bit to see her dress being complemented by that cheap eye wear. She held Angie's chin firmly in place with one hand while the other reached over to swipe away Angie's glasses.

"No offense, dear. Only fiche wear sunglasses indoors and by the heavens, I'm never going to stand idle while someone insults fashion! Also, come on, you think your family won't recognize you because you're wearing sunglasses? Mine can detect me from my scent alone..."

---

The sultan approached, and bowed to her. "A little of both, I must say. Its a gift from my sister, and I do love its design. But, I do have trouble making my way at times, on account of my eye." He gestured to the patch, which was just as ornate as the cane. "Ruined my depth perception for a long time, and it took my a good while to readjust my sword fighting style to it."

It took him a moment to realized he had yet even introduced himself. "Ah, bad manners of me. I am the Sultan Ori al-Karim, ruler of Kafair. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ambrosia." He thought for a moment. "Bloodshade..... I remember hearing something about it. You are vampires, are you not? If I am off I do hope I didnt offend you." He swept some of his hair out of his good eye, studying her from head to toe.

Taking in her comment on his accessories, he smiled. "You know, whats the point of wealth if you dont flaunt it a little? I thought it would be smart to appear in my good outfit for this event, try to form a good first impression. But, I think thats enough about myself. Please, I have yet to actually meet someone like you, being a vampire. Whats it like?"

"Please, no need to embarrass me with your protocol. Bowing is unnecessary. We're all equals here. In any case, do tell your sister that she has great taste. While I am distressed to know that you've lost your depth of perception, I must say that the eye patch compliments your handsome face rather well."

Ambrosia couldn't help but eye the Sultan up while he was bowing as a sign of courtesy. Those of royal blood were usually courteous, regardless of how they're received by others, but the Sultan was oddly direct in his tone. He didn't brush off her questions or attempt to gracefully evade her teasing. She was even caught off guard with his question about vampires. She'd be lying to herself if Ambrosia said that the Sultan wasn't proving himself to be a tolerable, honest individual.

"Oh, no need to worry yourself. Indeed, I am a vampire but we're a minority in our homeland, believe it or not. It's still a surprise that I was even elected in the first place but as time goes by, I realize that people prefer policy over identity. Our homeland is filled with humans, dwarfs, elves and, as you may already know, vampires such as myself. However, these races are citizens of our nation. There are other naturally destructive beings that I'd rather not go into detail about, unless I've already piqued your curiosity.

However, I shall address your last question. Hm, what's it like being a vampire? Well, I might look like a human but I certainly don't think like one. I'm 34 years old but I have a considerably larger biological lifespan. Who knows? I might live to speak to your great-great-great-great-great grandchildren someday. Also, I don't drink blood, believe it or not. I don't need to and I abhor that part of my nature. Yes, you may proceed to call me a disappointment. Many vampires have already done so. Before I continue, would you care to join me at the dinner tables? I'd rather have everyone close by so I conveniently address them. We can continue our conversation over there."

---

Zkto' was - unpleasently- suprised when Ambrosia popped up. Sure, he had seen a copy of an earlier guest list- And surveyed the room, but he had somehow had managed to miss the [literal] blood-sucking parasite. Thinking over the rather impressive myriad of insults - "Uvoan can handle itself. It's not a state on the brink of constant rebellion anymore." He said with a casual eye-roll. "And I have been quite enjoying myself- Up until a bit ago, however... The quality of people they let into this dinner shocks me at times." He says, gesturing in the direction of the door- Eyes narrowing as he looks at a particular incident. Before promptly brightening up again as Ambrosia brings up Rekko-

"Rekko's doing fine- It's a good chance for him to get out and about! He's about three years old- Just about a tenth of the way through a typical Csenr wolve's lifespan." Zkto' says, happy to be chatting about his dog, while kneeling down to pet Rekko. "... And it's a bit of lady luck I suppose- Even if he isn't that far above average. But even then- Most Csenr Wolves do tend to be rather large- 3 foot, 10 inches tends to be an average... They're also very intelligent- That's how I got Rekko actually. He stole the keys off a guard, and used them to break into the kitchen!" Zkto' laughs lightly, rubbing Rekko's ears as he does so. "And highly protective- I've rarely felt safer than with Rekko at my side." Zkto' admits, while standing back up fully- Rekko tilting his head back, seeming to ask a question-

"Well, a state of constant rebellion is an oddly specific condition for a country to go through but regardless of that, no nation should suffer such chaos. Besides, I'm rather curious about which party was the cause for rebellion in your homeland? Care to explain or am I being nosy? I will not take offense if it's the latter."

Ambrosia was almost hurt by Zkto's comments until she realized that he was aiming them at the Paramount and his companions. At that moment, Ambrosia shared a similar disposition to that unscrupulous-looking cybernetic bunch. Indeed, the dinner was open to many types of guests. If it was up to Ambrosia, those three would've been given the boot and sent running back to whichever hellhole they crawled out from.

"Oh, don't worry yourself. They're not worth you having to waste your time and energy observing them. Now as for dear Rekko here! What you've told me has definitely piqued my interest. The only wolves that could rival little Rekko would be the dire wolves back in my homeland! However, dire wolves aren't exactly friendly, considering their nature. They're vicious creatures that have a history of ravaging the countryside in large packs, whenever the need arises. In any case, Rekko sounds like a beautiful but mischievous creature. How much trouble has this pup caused before you were able to properly train him? And hell, what did this pup scrounge up the first time he entered your kitchen? My two Demigryphs are domesticated but wild creatures simultaneously! I can't exactly explain that!"

Ambrosia completely forgot about her initial objective of teasing the autocrat. She was too engrossed with the Csenr wolf by his side until she caught one of the Paramount's companions approaching Amara.

"Apologies, sir. It seems like the same people you were worried about are going to cause a scene. I'll have to go deal with one of them but I do hope we can continue this conversation! It would be lovely to have you come by my table with Rekko by your side! Now if you'll excuse me, someone's going to learn some manners..."

With that said, she left Zkto' to his own devices in peace. She was sure to meet him later this evening but she needed to deal with a potentially troublesome matter. She waved goodbye to both him and his pet before rushing over to the scene near the tables she had originally occupied.

---

Tal'Talen's arm let out a very small shock similar to a hand buzzer and moved her hand away. "I believe that I'm close enough to The Paramount, thank you very much.¨Tal´Talen conducted a quick scan of the countess and immediately realized who it was she was talking to ¨You are Ambrosia Von Carstein yes? I´m Tal´Talen, Arm of the Mechanator Corps and in all honesty, I don´t think the organic´s mother needs to be involved. I just wanted to pet the thing that´s all. Frankly, I wouldn´t have expected that one with...you special physiology would have such motherly instincts, but if you intend to stop me then very well. This is a diplomatic mission after all, and I would hate to cause any unneeded incidents. So let´s put this little incident behind us and perhaps later I can pet the canine child.¨ As far as Talen was concerned this was a perfectly diplomatic response (it isn´t) and though refusing to leave she would sit down nearby seemingly zoning out, but before that she had one last quip for Ambrosia ¨Oh! Would you please tell the organic´s mother that its offspring is cute? a shame we may assimilate it somewhere down the line...¨ Talen would say this last part silently purposefully trying to get a rise out of Ambrosia. Sure this did go against the diplomatic purpose of this mission, but The Paramount wouldn´t likely mind hurting the feelings of some primitive organics. Talen didn´t know and frankly didn´t care if he did, but at least she found an excuse in case this little incident was discovered

Ambrosia's hand was unfazed by the electric shock. It discomforted her slightly but it didn't exactly cause her to reel her hand away. However, the action itself was not ignored by Ambrosia and she was incensed even further, ignoring most her speech and reaching up to her chin, holding it firmly in place.

"I don't care who you are and I don't care about what you think. Don't touch anyone without their permission, especially if it's someone else's child. I have no intention to connect with you or your Paramount. You're extremely lucky that I'm holding back. If I respected myself, I'd have promptly dealt with you."

Ambrosia finally let go of the cyborg's chin and collected herself. She usually never let herself get so confrontational and was almost about to apologize for her actions until she picked up on a ghastly, quiet comment from Tal'Talen. Instead, Ambrosia couldn't help but interject by audibly exhaling from her nose. Ambrosia could've flared up again but she knew that the cyborg had no way to back up her words. She was a lioness without her claws or teeth.

"Good thing you lowered your volume while saying that. Now, why don't you get a bit closer to the Paramount? Take care of yourself, tin can"

---

Ambrosia and Tal'Talen were in the middle of a minor spat as the air around them momentarily grew ever-so-slightly colder and darker. Only the animals present seemed to notice, but before they could make a sound, Iranon's floating black silhouette took shape behind the Countess. Leaning over her and extending a smoky, immaterial arm, he began to playfully ruffle her hair, apparently completely oblivious to her entourage. As he did so, his hand solidified slightly, and his features became more apparent in the dark haze.

(Image)

"Boo," he softly uttered, in a tone that was anything but startling - were it not for the manner of his appearance, at least. "Fancy seeing you here, Ambrosia. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything of note...?"

Ambrosia felt a prescence behind her and all of a sudden, she felt her hair being played around with and considering that she was still incensed by previous events, she was more than ready to turn around and confront whoever it was, only to be met with bizarre mass of black smoke, with vague facial features present in the disorder. Ambrosia yelped and jumped slightly in response to hearing the mass of smoke frighten her with a 'Boo'.

"Holy hell, introduce yourself, dumbo! I'm not in a good mood and no, you're not interrupting anything of note. I was just finishin up with Tal'Talen. She's not worth my time anyways. Hold on, how do I know my name? Have I actually reached the point where my reputation precedes me? Well, that's certainly does wonders to one's ego."

[Wolflandil]

[Zitravgrad]
Tadeusz and Rosaline move from their secluded table in the corner, grabbing their brown peaked caps for their service dress uniform from the back of their chairs. As they move from their table Tadeusz notices a distinct smell of a kind of tea that would usually be found in his home nation. Tadeusz begins to move towards the table that the scent was originating from, with Rosaline following suit. They pull up a chair to the Miroslavsky's table, and begin to introduce themselves.
Rosaline addresses Kazimir and Feodora, "Hello Comerades, I am Senator Rosaline Raftaliva, the Senator Primus of Wolflandil, and with me is the Tsar of Wolflandil, Tadeusz Sheremetev. It would be a great honor to make acquaintance with you both."

[Valentine Z]

Going back in time, thank you Gwen, Dr. Stria was yet again at the entrance, undergoing a weapons search.

"Oh, sicuro. You guys can search me. Not like I could use a weapon anyway, it just feels so wrong to hold it, sai?"

Eventually he passed through. And the cycle of time was restored to normal, thanks again, Gwen. So Dr. Stria was again beside Victoria Quinn, trying to help her out with social interaction, like nothing ever happened. He would still feel a little weird due to these crazy time shenanigans.

When Gwenny dear picked up the uninvited taxi driver in a split second, he was about to give a hamburger he stole a bite, the burger fell as Gwen dragged him along. The flash of light affected, obviously all of the Stanierians in the party. Whom weirdly said the same thing in unison as they compulsively rubbed their eyes.

"AH FUCK THAT FUCKING STUNG!"

yes Kako said 'fuck' twice the world's about to end omigod

---

Meanwhile, in the soundproof room, the young, vaguely Asian man was still acting like he had a burger in his hand. Which he tried to bite as if he still had it on his possession, only to feel the cold air entering his mouth.

"Ah ¿Qué verga? ¡¿Y MI HAMBURGUESA?!" Screamed the man, utterly angry

At this point in time, Gwen addressed him. And so the only thing he did in response was to kick back on the floor against a wall. Seemingly unfazed at the whole ordeal.

"Ah, Gwen! So good to see you! See do me a little favor and get me another burger and the keys de mi querido Fiesta. Ennio has them. And if you're still wondering who I am, can't you see I'm a celebrity? ¡Yo soy er' güevo pelao'! The big 'L'...! Well, a celebrity in NationStates... Well, not in todo NationStates... Forum 7...? Bah, al coño. Dame una hamburguesa que cargo un hambre del carajo... Without eggs! I hate eggs!"

Gwen could not believe her eyes. A young vaguely Asian man screaming about his hamburger, except in Spanish. Venezuelan Spanish, it seems.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: Who the… who the heck are you?

The man started talking about the hamburger, and about the other guests from Stanier right outside. Somehow, he seems to be a bit fixated in a burger, and asked if Gwen could get some for him, as well as the keys to his Fiesta. Gwen nodded her head and was about to go off to get the things the guest asked for, seemingly without asking any further questions. That is… that is until the very big statement hit her. The man started talking about how he is the big L, a celebrity in NationStates and Forum 7.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: Wait a minute, what did you just say? Did you say…

Gwen had a fair share of moments with people who either broke the fourth wall, or those that are seemingly outside of this dimension. She knew about it, maybe the others don’t, and that is why she is keeping this secret as best as she can. Even she took quite a long period of time to get used to the fact that the world that she is living in is dictated by a series of texts. And at that moment, being told by another person that they too are from another world (i.e. “The Outside”), would mean a totally different something. Gwen sized up the situation, perhaps even literally – the 10 feet tall fate propped the man back up and stood beside him, her height somewhat imposing to him.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: Ahh, okay. Okay… I think I have a rough idea of who you are! Actually, scratch that. Not a rough idea; I have a completely certain and clear idea of who you are, but… let us just keep this a secret for the time being, all right? I will let you out of this room soon, and no one outside will be wiser. You can go and get your burger, or anything that you want from the dinner, and just be our welcome guests, really! We don’t mind having you around! But more importantly…

She crouched down and whispered into the L-man’s ears. While Gwen was aware that they are in a soundproof room, she simply wanted to make sure that there is not a chance that anyone else outside would hear it.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: Do not tell anyone about the outside, or the NationStates, or anything else. You will never know what kind of damage and reaction some people can have when they realise that they are in some world that they were not aware that they are in. Got it?

She would then nod again, letting the man out and reassuring the rest of the Valentians that everything will be fine.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate of Existence and the Omniverse” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris Wit. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison: [Radio to Valentians] … It’s.. it’s a complicated guest. He won’t pose any danger, and he is our friend from Stanier, but not exactly someone from Stanier, if you guys know what I mean. No one else must know about this.

Gwen then headed to the bar, asking Germaine (who has already been serving a few other guests) for a drink.

---

Valentijn, sir, you and your wife have been most gracious hosts. And we look forward to being guests at any function you may have in the future.

As for Mr. Gary, I am sure he will be of great entertainment. I feel that he has been groomed to be, how to put this delicately and diplomatically, The best at what he does.

We are having a wonderful time here, and I personally have sampled much of the cuisine. I must admit my diplomatic relations have been put to the test. We are having quite the time with the delegation from Nu Alaska. It seems we have an invitation to exchange ambassadors and strike up trade negotiations. In all the evening has been an excellent opportunity to be a diplomat, and I thank you for the invitation.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Hehe, any time, my friends! I am simply glad that you can make it to my party! Please excuse me for the delay in… replying back, let’s just say. There has been so many guests around that we are constantly losing track. I am also glad that you like the dance between me and my wife; we have been practicing that for a while, and of course we did it right here as a grandiose display of love, and celebration! … I also hope that you have a wonderful time talking to the delegation from Nu Alaska. They are good folks, just like the many others here!

---

A small shuttlepod fell quickly toward the ground, before appearing to slow its fall as it prepared to land. The small back compartment of the pod opened and four black drones flew out, forming a square formation above the pod. These drones circled around for a few seconds while a white light appeared to be flashing below them. The main door of the shuttle opened to reveal a middle-aged, apparently human woman with dark hair, which blended into her nondescript black clothing.

The woman got out of the shuttlepod and walked towards the door, and the drones followed her from behind. As she passed through the door and past the statue, the drones emitted a few more white flashes of light. She then approached the towering figure of Valentijn. As she began to speak, the drones set themselves down on the floor.

5474: Apologies if I am late. I represent the Cosmic Mainframe. My designation is Neural Processor 89F1:F3A9:1122:5474, but you may refer to me as 5474. Am I addressing the host of this event?

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Hmm, what an entrance, if I say so myself! Who do you suppose she is?

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Err… hmm, I think she is… Neu- Neural Processor 89F1:F3A9:1122:5474. Huh, interesting name.

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette “Sombra De Kenshutsu Sa Renai Hakkā” Marce Tanya Mayweather Ik. D. Do. S. Morishita Whitney Sakurano Fujima Felice Hoshiko Radiance: Must be a robot or something, then!

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Jenny, please don’t think about hacking her or messing around; maybe we joke, but if anything happens, WE are gonna be in trouble!

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette “Sombra De Kenshutsu Sa Renai Hakkā” Marce Tanya Mayweather Ik. D. Do. S. Morishita Whitney Sakurano Fujima Felice Hoshiko Radiance: It’s always me me me, guys! I guess I got quite the reputation on messing with the computers, eh? Anyway, don’t worry, I won’t do anything!

They watched the shuttle pod descend slowly, landed, and out came the woman in a nondescript black clothing. Jenny, Jolyn, and Jamie made their introductions and referred her to Augustine and Jacob for weapon and security inspection. That also went swimmingly well.

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette “Sombra De Kenshutsu Sa Renai Hakkā” Marce Tanya Mayweather Ik. D. Do. S. Morishita Whitney Sakurano Fujima Felice Hoshiko Radiance: [Valentian Radio] Valentijn, you have a fan coming towards you! She wants to talk to you… and stuff.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: [Valentian Radio] Heh, got it. Thanks, Jenny!

Valentijn saw the woman in black clothing approaching him. Excusing himself from the other guests, and making sure that he did not step on anyone, Valentijn took a few steps towards the door and looked down (literally) at the woman.

“My designation is Neural Processor 89F1:F3A9:1122:5474, but you may refer to me as 5474. Am I addressing the host of this event?”

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Ahh, yes! I am indeed Valentijn, the one that hosted this dinner! Thank you for coming around and don’t worry about being late. In fact, you are still right on time because the party is just starting to climb up!

He paused for a few seconds. Who would he let her speak to?

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Well err… oh right, there is Adriana right over there, yes, that woman in white and grey clothing over there! Feel free to talk to her, or any of us! We will be here to help you out, or just to have a chat with you! I could also give you a tour of the people around here, if you don’t really know who these people are.

---

In the meantime, there was a fight scene happening, with multiple gunshot sounds and explosions. It was… it was simply the Valentians playing some video games on a projected screen, like that Switch console they kept hearing about from the other world. It would be Marcus and Ezekiel having a 1v1 match in some shooter game.

Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline “Wanbyeoghan Hyeobsang-Ga” Celestie Christine Irelle Dva. Arianna Rees Edith Novena Annie Ciara W. I. Bethany Myong Suh-Hyung: Ten bucks that Marcus will win this round.

Vice Premier Ministre Markus Tom Lincoln Schillinger Lewis Joyelle Wei Jaiden X. “Hraður Og Banvænn” Nordmann M. Geoff Julius Wyatt Junius Mar Sigfastur H. Vix Svanmundur Gunnarsson: Heh, make it fifteen. I think he’s gonna get this one down!

1st Sgt. Gustav Ernest Desmond Jefferson “Grūdintas Kareivis” Canice Aldrick Žilvinas Alannis Florijonas Nojus Hs. Kristofora Justin R. B. Di. Skirgaila Ažuolas Steponas Vytautas Ambraziejus: I’m gonna go for Ezekiel. He is more familiar with this map!

Staff Sgt. Ezekiel Victor Brennen Zaine Sterling Cedric Uubato Beelwade “Go'aamiye” Azaria Frederick Salow Sharmarke Xaaf. D. V. S. Pascow Ai. Faris Daltese Joni Xareed Darmaan Maxamed: I’m gonna owe Marcus a beer if I lose this one!

Foresittend Marcus Alan Ariel Maximillian “Infinity Hunter” Swifty Felix Maverick Prometheus Revlin Lynx Artyom Lichtenstein Baptiste C. Viot. Talon Haydn Lincoln Taal Reynolds Fang Wu Ying: Don’t worry, eh? Try your best with it!

The match would go on while there are a few other guests watching the gameplay and enjoying the company of one another.

---

A sonic boom rolled across the Valentian estate, rattling the windows and shaking the perfectly-tended garden. A few guests made the mistake of looking up, and had their vision filled with spots by the drive plume slicing across the darkening sky. A small, matte black shuttle was barely visible atop that roaring cloud of plasma, rapidly decelerating after its descent from low orbit. After several seconds, the shuttle's drive abruptly cut out, and it slowly swooped down to the ground on jet thrusters, coming to a gentle touchdown in front of the White House.

An airlock on the side slid open, revealing a shouting man inside. "Dammit, Chippy! I told you to get that Valentinian... thing recalibrated!"

"I'm sorry, sir!" came a robotic reply. "I had it recalibrated, but I didn't account for the relative velocities between our universes. It kicked us out the far end of the rift faster than we had come in - a suicide burn was the only option!"

"I - you could have just shattered every window at this dinner! While I'm out, figure out a way to compensate for it next time, or I'll install something a bit more pragmatic in your place!"

The man stepped out of the shuttle with a huff. A nondescript metal nametag pinned to his suit coat identified him as James Haywood, Executive of the Federation of Earth Orbit.

He brushed himself off from the rough landing and turned to look up at the (fortunately undamaged) White House. He whistled. "Damn. Those pictures really didn't do it justice." Faint strains of music and the smell of something sweet - cake? - were borne towards him on the light breeze, and he trudged up to and through the front door. He was greeted by an enormous statue of the Earth - or, the Valentian version, at least. A few other guests were milling about, and James knelt down to read the plaque affixed to the globe.

"A Beacon of Hope, huh... sounds like just what these people need after a war like that."

He stood in silence for a brief moment before turning left and entering the party proper, hoping to seek out the hosts and pay his respects. Conveniently, Clarissa and Valentijn were just finishing up their first dance; James was able to approach and apprehensively extend his hand to towering Valentijn. "Good evening. I presume you are Valentijn, host of this fine party?"

A sonic boom. It rattled the windows, shook the garden, and perhaps flashes of light. At that moment, Valentijn and Clarissa were still dancing, and the party was still going on as per usual. A few of the guests would express concern, but Valentijn reassured them that it will be fine.

Assistant Secretary Mandy Juliet Voorzicht “Le Diplomate Indiscutable Mais Maladroit” Willow Stephanie Madison Rose Hélène Deborah Colette Diva Lydia Koh Raphaëlle Lucie V. Trs. Bertillon: Uhhh, Val? What was that?

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Ehh, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. It’s probably just another craft of guests landing. [Valentian Radio] Isn’t that right, Angeline? Jolyn?

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Yup, it’s a craft! One that nearly blinded people!

Wing Commander Angeline Joyce Crystal Bella Wv “A Estrela Alegre” Samara Sapphire Tamara Annie Estefania Carolina Tavares Alencar Melissa Clemente Teixeira Vanda Regina Mik Nogueira: It’s those peeps from Earth Orbit! … Wait, have we talked to them before?

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Well, there is no harm in meeting new people, or species, and making friends with them.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: See, nothing to worry about! Don’t worry, folks, they are just guests. Some just like flashier entrances, hehe.

James Haywood, as he introduced himself to Jenny, Jolyn, and Jamie. The usual pleasantries were exchanged, and the weapon/security inspection also went rather well.

The man approached Valentijn and introduced himself. “Good evening. I presume you are Valentijn, host of this fine party?"

Valentijn wrapped up the dance, with Clarissa right behind him. The other guests have been clapping for the couple, indicating the end of the first part of the dance.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: We will have another dance later, sweetheart. You just stay right here!

Exuberant Superintendent T-1000/2904 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi: Hm hm, okay Vallie! [♥]

Valentijn looked at the man that introduced himself. It took a step to reach him – a slow step from Valentijn in making sure that no one became a pancake that day.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Ahh, indeed I am! You must be… [Valentian Radio, whispering] Jamieeee! Who’s he? … Ohh? Ahh, okay! [Back to normal voice] Mr. Haywood, or James, I presume? And yes, I am indeed the host of this fine party, thank you very much for the compliment! As always, you are not late and you have arrived at the perfect moment! The food and drinks are still plentiful, and will last everyone, I say! Please make yourself at home here, and thank you for coming by! If you have any questions, just ask any of the tall people here – that’s how you know that they are the Valentians. Anyway, I didn’t mean to be rude, but err… I must attend to other people and folks as well, I hope you understand! Just feel free to talk to any of the people in here. I’m sure that they will be accommodating to you! Germaine can fix you up with a drink, and Klarke over there can cure your hangover if you pushed too far.

---

More and more guests are rolling in. It would seem like Jenny, Jolyn, Jamie, and Angeline will be at the front porch for the time being. They each pulled up a chair and a table, waiting under a tent and making sure that everyone is accounted for and that there are no intruders like last time. Commander Michelle would be hot on the case, but she would not pursue it too far, lest it would make the guests uncomfortable; a police search or presence tends to make people worry, and even if Valentijn is the head, and if the Valentian Police are known for their generosity, they would rather not draw too much attention.

Augustine and Jacob struck a conversation on their jobs – one talked about his time in Hell, while the other talked about how there was this one time when he accidentally bust a hole on a ship because he hauled the anchor too hard.

In the meantime, there is a little girl walking around the main living room and was looking curiously at the guests. At least, “little girl”. It was none other than 2nd Lt. Sylvie Peyton Amy Ximena Melanie Ying Kristina “Празнина” Rakocevic Sharrat-Sippar Zorana Bosiljka Đoko Jovana Acacia Katie Rosanna Marjorie Helen Nelly May Cxk. J. Lois Katrin, whose eyes would prove to be a little bit unsettling, but she means well. She simply came from the folds of The Void one day and as far as anyone’s concerned, she is as docile as a Valentian can be.

2nd Lt. Sylvie Peyton Amy Ximena Melanie Ying Kristina “Празнина” Rakocevic Sharrat-Sippar Zorana Bosiljka Đoko Jovana Acacia Katie Rosanna Marjorie Helen Nelly May Cxk. J. Lois Katrin: I should wear some sunglasses.

3rd Warrant Officer Celine Amelia Pinky Felicia Florence “Nezaustavljiva Duša” Katarina Mirjam Tihan Elle O. Laura Marina Nevenka Veronika Dora Hana Anastazija Rosie Sarat. Ruža Magovac: Ehh, don’t sweat it. I’m sure no one looks at you with too much terror in their faces, haha!

---

A HMMWV jeep rolled into the parking lot, inside of it was a tired woman, she opened the door and disembarked from the car, closing the door and locking the car later, she was Reiko Aito, the most supreme authority of the Neo-United Nations, second only to Commander Nathan Parker Simmons, she looked at her clothes, being a formal dinner meant that she would have to wear formal clothing, right? She looked at her clothing, her pilot suit, with the Neo-United Nations Pentagram Globe insignia sewn into it, along with her name tag, 'Reiko A.', she also wore a satchel with the Neo-UN insignia on it, this was an outfit which she considered 'formal' in her mind, she chuckled thinking more on it, after all, it was formal but it did allow normal clothing.

She looked on her belongings, a MS-92 Magic Nullifying Grenade in case of emergency, thankfully tucked in the deepest corners of her satchel, a military cap inspired by the old United States Marine Corps Utility Cover, somehow fitting perfectly, a notepad and pen, and a stun gun, well to be specific, one based off a Glock 17's frame, she smirked knowing that her items stored were enough, at least by her standards, she did have a few spare taser cartridges in her satchel, she'd have to look into that later.

"Watashi wa chō shizen-tekina chikara o motsu hitobito ni atte imasu, watashi wa jibun no kōdō o fūjikomenakereba narimasen." she said in Japanese, she was curious on what kind of people she would meet, though she did harbor a deep sense of distrust and hatred to the supernatural, she'd have to contain it, she'd not like to start an interdimensional war or something along the likes of that, though Evan would, she strolled over to the location, taking a deep breath, "Karera ga watashi no pairotto no seifuku o futsūda to omotte kureru koto o negatte imasu."

She entered through the doors, stating loud enough for anyone near her to hear, "Kon'nichiwa, watashi wa Kokuren gunji seiken no jimu sōchōdearu aitōdesu!" she usually spoke in English, but for now she's speaking in her native tongue, she'll switch language to the Neo-UN standard of English later.

The sound of a jeep, the ring of a doorbell, and through the intercom, as the 4 Valentian welcoming committee walked up towards the gate, heard the voice of a woman through the comms.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: I err… pardon?

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette “Sombra De Kenshutsu Sa Renai Hakkā” Marce Tanya Mayweather Ik. D. Do. S. Morishita Whitney Sakurano Fujima Felice Hoshiko Radiance: Oooh, Japanese! Finally, someone to speak to, hehe!

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: All right, you can have this one! Besides, I got other languages to use for other guests, hehe.

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette “Sombra De Kenshutsu Sa Renai Hakkā” Marce Tanya Mayweather Ik. D. Do. S. Morishita Whitney Sakurano Fujima Felice Hoshiko Radiance: Haha, thanks, Jolyn! [Wink]

Jenny then started speaking in Japanese, opening the gate and introducing herself.

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette “Sombra De Kenshutsu Sa Renai Hakkā” Marce Tanya Mayweather Ik. D. Do. S. Morishita Whitney Sakurano Fujima Felice Hoshiko Radiance: [Very, VERY fluent Japanese] Hello there, my friend! You must be Miss Reiko Aito, from Neo-Unified Nations! We are very glad to have you around, and I hope that this dinner will be a splendid one for you! So… yeah, I’m Jenny, this is Jolyn, Jamie, Angeline… the rest of us are inside, so please go on in! Don’t worry, Augustine and Jacob will pass you through.

Reiko would make her way inside, and at the security checkpoint, Augustine and Jacob would have a lighthearted bickering about her weapon. Jacob insisted that it was indeed a stun gun, while Augustine insisted that it’s an actual weapon. After a few more exchanged that lead to nowhere, they then have the fantastic idea of putting the stun gun through the X-Ray machine.

Field Marshal Jacob Dalston Sullivan Kelvin “Az Alvilág Örök Fenyegetése” Jamilian Svi Donald Zobor Tres. Taylor Xavier Ryman Axel Simon Váradi Szőke Mészáros Barnabás András Krisztián: HAH, told you that’s a stun gun! Here you go, Miss! Enjoy the party!

Fleet Admiral Augustine Lorenzo Terry Vinto Chevy “L'inarrestabile E Di Forte Impatto” Silas Walton Wesley Stuart Dalton Burton Miles N. Dv. S. Walter Stefano Coronato Ermes Faletti Imparato: [Mouthing silently to Jacob] Why would she disguise it like an actual gun?

Jacob simply shrugged.

---

The arrival of The Paramount

From somewhere far above the Valentian mansion what looked to be a star glimmered in the distance surely causing confusion to those who saw it. How could a star be visible in the middle of the day? Their answer came in mere moments as the Voidscreamer arrived above the mansion removing itself from hyperdrive bringing with it the horrible screeching sound that it was made to produce and began to lower itself down outside the mansion, nearly crushing a few vehicles located there. From this craft came multiple large robots seemingly clearing the way from the craft to the door rolling out a red carpet for whoever was inside before the door closed once again and from it came three figures. The Paramount, adorned in a purple robe covering the entirety of his body, the Grand Mechanator of his legions H´Krell wearing his normal garb, and the Arms of the Mechanators Tal´Talen in a completely different, more extravagant body seemingly made of gold or some similar material. The three walked to the door and loudly entering. The only reason they were there was to make the intentions of the Imperium look less sinister and even then all three of them didn´t see the operation working out in their favor. The Paramount walked into the main meeting place for the organics that stayed in this place and announced his presence rather loudly. ¨Hello, organics! We shall be joining you at this dinner this day!¨ The Paramount began scanning the area before happening upon a highly populated table with some very pronounced enemies of his. He moved to sit there, grabbing a table from somewhere else to make room for himself. H´Krell and Tal´Talen stayed behind and began bickering with each other about something, likely attracting the attention of someone.

That entrance from the guests did not go well; what was supposed to be a simple parking manoeuvre and a simple drop, resulted in a few vehicles nearly crushed. One of them, however, got scratched… That one that belonged to Jolyn, which just so happens to be her subtle spy car that she had it since a decade ago or so. The metallic scratch was a bit too audible.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: What the f-…. AGAIN?!

Her scream was not heard too much in the White House itself; it was drowned out by the other noises and guests. The Paramount and the rest, on the other hand… would hear it well and clearly.

They would be greeted by Jenny, Jamie, and Angeline, who still tried their very best to give a smile and the usual pleasantries. Jolyn, on the other hand… was rightfully annoyed. Before the others could introduce the Octavians to the party, Jolyn quickly interjected and introduced herself.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Welcome. Welcome indeed. Please, make your way in, and I hope you enjoy the party.

The guests would then pass through the security checkpoint without a problem yet again. In the meantime, Jolyn walked to the parking lot without saying a word and started checking up on her car. She was mumbling to herself.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: I swear- … Ah, at least it’s not too bad. Seems like I can buff it up.

She started the car and drove it a few spots away, making sure that it’s away from the spaceship that recently came in. She then made her way back to the welcoming tent.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Well, damage’s not too bad. But I have to be honest – I don’t really like them too much. And it’s not just because of my car. I am very sure that we have had a few bad encounters and bad exchanges with them.

Wing Commander Angeline Joyce Crystal Bella Wv “A Estrela Alegre” Samara Sapphire Tamara Annie Estefania Carolina Tavares Alencar Melissa Clemente Teixeira Vanda Regina Mik Nogueira: I’m just gonna predict that everything is going to go well!

---

He gazed out the window of the luxury car he was now being driven around in, taking in the imagery of Val Z. Sighing, he drank from the wine in his hand, before reaching over to rub the belly of his dog, Admiral, who was big, actually rather huge for his breed. The dog licked his hand, and he allowed himself a laugh. He quietly heard the sound of his driver pressing on the brake, and saw the rapidly changing imagery outside begin to slow. As the car stopped, he opened the door, and stepped out, allowing the slight wind to ruffle his blonde hair. He adjusted the eye patch, as blue as the flag with gold trimming around it, over his eye, and smoothed out his robes. He extended his hand, picking up his cane and rubbing the ears of Admiral one last time. The dog left him with a loud bark, and so the door closed, and he turned.

Taking in the hustle and bustle around him, he entered, his long flag blue robe whipping behind him. He entered the dining room, leaning on his cane and inspecting those arrayed there, not yet making any attempt to interact. Standing rather close to the entrance, and dressed as he was, he close to abandon subtly, and marched in fully, hunting for someone to converse with.

Another luxury car, typical for the leader of a state, the welcoming committee thought. Jamie got herself a few more names and RSVPs updated into her tablet.

Wing Commander Angeline Joyce Crystal Bella Wv “A Estrela Alegre” Samara Sapphire Tamara Annie Estefania Carolina Tavares Alencar Melissa Clemente Teixeira Vanda Regina Mik Nogueira: Hmm, who do you think that is?

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: I don’t know, seems like the another emperor type, or something along that line. Any correct guesses or answers on that, Jamie?

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Hmm, well, I caught a quick glimpse of the luxury car that went past the gate just now. I would say that’s someone from Kafair. His name is… Ori al-Karim. Sultan Ori al-Karim, let’s just put it that way.

Jamie showed the tablet to the others to get the surprised looks and sounds from just about everyone.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna: Oh dear, and I thought our names are long!

The Sultan approached the welcoming committee and once again, exchanges and pleasantries were had. He would then be directed to Augustine and Jacob, who in turn checked his ornate walking stick for anything unusual. It was less of them trusting him and more of because it is a security procedure. They did not notice anything out of the ordinary and concluded that it was just a normal stick.

Fleet Admiral Augustine Lorenzo Terry Vinto Chevy “L'inarrestabile E Di Forte Impatto” Silas Walton Wesley Stuart Dalton Burton Miles N. Dv. S. Walter Stefano Coronato Ermes Faletti Imparato: Ahh, that will do. Thank you very much, and please enjoy the party and the guests around!

---

A bright Coryan starship materializes above the skies of the white house, it teleports a person in a hoodie in the front.

" Greetings people, was I invited in this dinner? Wait does this also requires social interactions?! Crap.."
Alex Nolyab excitedly comments.


The Starship teleports into thin air while Alex looks up into the sky.

" I'll tell them when I'm done"

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Ahh, beam me down, Scotty! Pretty neat trick and convenient way to get around, I will say! Welcome, welcome! Mr… Alex Nolyab, welcome to the party! Please make yourself at home, and proceed to the gate there. Don’t worry, they won’t be invasive! They are simply there to make sure that you did not bring any lethal weapons with you! Part of the security.

---

Admiral Zavyr Aerav

The shuttle descended onto the Valentian Mansion as the Admiral observed from the observation deck. He noted the amount of vehicles of all types that had shown up. Certainly many from across the universe have come, I think this is a rather large event. he thought. The craft slowed, landing gently in front of the Mansion. With a hiss, the ramp lowered, and out came the 10-foot tall armor-clad Admiral and two bodyguard automatons. The admiral always wore his armor, even the helmet, as was customary for important events in Mercatusian space. His voice was deep and commanding, "I presume this is the location of the human event known as the Valentian Dinner, to which I was invited." He entered the Mansion and went into the dining room, looking at the cuisine that was being served. He noted the variety of characters that were present, coming from all over the known and unknown universe. "I am very much impressed by the size and eloquence of this event, and would be interested in knowing what is being served currently." he remarked.

Another space shuttle, it seems. The Valentians at this point did not mind them and in fact, were very, very certain that all of them would come to Valentine Z in some interdimensional way, or another. After all, Valentine Z has the entire Earth (and Mars) in their hands, so it was more than obvious that these people, wherever they are from, will have to come through by a dimensional portal. And this would seem to include ordinary people who came in a carriage.

The Valentians were in awe at the person that came out of the shuttle. Easily 10-feet tall and well-armoured, the Admiral would dwarf a select number of Valentians who ranged between 8 to 9 feet.

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette “Sombra De Kenshutsu Sa Renai Hakkā” Marce Tanya Mayweather Ik. D. Do. S. Morishita Whitney Sakurano Fujima Felice Hoshiko Radiance: Hehe, impressive! Welcome, welcome! And you are…

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara “The Elegant and Magnificent Mathematician” Pernella Ellie Natie Lexie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr Fni. Clementine Millicent Cassandra Alex C. Eirian: Ahh right, Fleet Admiral Zavyr Aerav! Welcome, it is such a pleasure to have you around! I am Jamie, this is Jenny over here, Jolyn, and Angeline! We are glad to have you around!

This might be one of those times where Angeline does not have to look down as much, who is 10 feet and 6 inches tall.

Wing Commander Angeline Joyce Crystal Bella Wv “A Estrela Alegre” Samara Sapphire Tamara Annie Estefania Carolina Tavares Alencar Melissa Clemente Teixeira Vanda Regina Mik Nogueira: Hello there, my friends! Ahh, I see that you have bodyguards of your own. No problem, no problem! We were informed in advanced about this, so… please proceed to the security checkpoint. Rest assured that you are not singled out; this is standard security procedure.

Augustine and Jacob once again did their jobs well, passing the Admiral and his two robotic bodyguards with no time being wasted.

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette “Sombra De Kenshutsu Sa Renai Hakkā” Marce Tanya Mayweather Ik. D. Do. S. Morishita Whitney Sakurano Fujima Felice Hoshiko Radiance: All right! [Yawns a little too loudly] Who else is there right now?

---

The horse clopped as it pulled a very shoddy looking cart behind him. The horse itself was nothing special either, being a brown mare that seemed to be mildly struggling to try and pull the cart. On top of the cart were Pivane and a man he found to pull the cart for him. Pivane himself was well dressed, for Hopi standards anyways. He wore a hide shirt and leggings, trying to emulate the style of ‘modern’ men, and a red tippet that stretched down to his ribs.

“Is the clothing really necessary?” Asked the man, confused.

“First impressions matter, good man. This will be the first time I meet any of these people, in fact, I am to believe that I never met the host or hostess personally before.” He saw the man’s brow raise. “They’re good people, don’t worry. Besides, I am sure I can handle anything that happens to me. I survived the Comanche’s cooking, after all.” Pivane giggled at his own joke.

The man smiled as he jokingly smacked Pivane. “Now you should not say things like that in the presence of foreign leaders.”

Pivane shook his head, he knew better. After a brief period of silence, he asked ”How is my English?”

The driver simply replied with “You’ll be fine.”, calming Pivane’s nerves. The two remained silent for the remainder of the ride.

***

As the cart approached the White House, Pivane’s jaw dropped. The house looked as big as a Mesa back in his homeland. The driver could only lower his brows, he shook his head as he muttered: “He must be compensating for something.” Pivane didn’t notice.

“We’re here.” the Driver said, slowly slowing the cart to a stop. He put his hand out, looking like he wanted a handshake. It took Pivane a good couple of seconds to realize what he wanted, but he eventually shook hands with the driver and Pivane got off. Pivane looked around the front. His eyes were filled with the glamour of the white house, a feat of construction and ingenuity he thought impossible. He then looked for anyone in the front yard itself. He recognized a few of the people but noted that most had seemed to have already been inside.

He thought it only appropriate to go inside to greet the fellow partygoers. He straightened out his tippet as he casually walked through the front towards the door. He casually waved at a few of the people in the yard, regardless if they noticed him, but overall tried to have a low profile. He reached the door and paused. He was unsure if he should just walk in or wait for someone to allow him in.

He bit his lip in nervousness as he opened the door. He breathed a mild sigh of relief at not being immediately shot or yelled at. With that, he walked into the house and began to look around. He pulled a small pipe and some tobacco out of his pocket and poured the tobacco in. After the pipe was filled, he fiddled around in his pocket, but couldn’t find the lighter he was looking for. A bit disappointed, he looked around for a light to ignite his pipe with. He was a bit confused when instead of seeing a traditional torch or anything similar, he saw a lamp. He shrugged as he walked towards the lamp. “It must produce some heat if it’s bright like that.” He said. Without thinking, he began to hover his pipe over the lamp as it did… well, nothing. He became increasingly confused, but still patient, as his pipe refused to light. Despite the lack of lighting, he continued to stare at the pipe, which was now directly touching the side of the lampshade.

This time, a horse-carriage, the Valentians thought to themselves. It was a relief to see someone that is not all for the technology, and especially for Jolyn whose car got scratched recently. Jenny commented on the rather odd and peculiar behaviour of the man; he did not seem to be violent or malevolent in any way. If anything, he seems… intrigued by just about everything. The man was constantly looking around the front yard, all the way into when he walked in and past the security checkpoint. Augustine and Jacob would have a little bit of a problem – not because the man was non-compliant, but it was simply because he was… different.

Field Marshal Jacob Dalston Sullivan Kelvin “Az Alvilág Örök Fenyegetése” Jamilian Svi Donald Zobor Tres. Taylor Xavier Ryman Axel Simon Váradi Szőke Mészáros Barnabás András Krisztián: [Softly to Augustine via the radio] Err, dude… we have to be a bit patient with him.

Fleet Admiral Augustine Lorenzo Terry Vinto Chevy “L'inarrestabile E Di Forte Impatto” Silas Walton Wesley Stuart Dalton Burton Miles N. Dv. S. Walter Stefano Coronato Ermes Faletti Imparato: [Mouthing words] This guy doesn’t know about tech?

Field Marshal Jacob Dalston Sullivan Kelvin “Az Alvilág Örök Fenyegetése” Jamilian Svi Donald Zobor Tres. Taylor Xavier Ryman Axel Simon Váradi Szőke Mészáros Barnabás András Krisztián: [Softly to Augustine via the radio] I’m afraid so. I will turn off the beeping from the metal detector. I checked on him, no weapons. He’s clear.

Inside, there would be a little bit more shenanigans with the man, though not in a rather bad way. Enter Tiffany, who had her database recently updated by Jamie.

“Mr. Pivane Orayvi. Try to be gentle on him. He’s a little… y’know.” – Jamie

Tiffany got the cue, though she was unsure as on why she was chosen to help out a man who does not really know much about technology. She was around 30 meters away from the man, blended in with the rest of the crowd. She sheepishly and amusingly watch the man struggling with a lamp and his pipe.

Trying her best to be as human as possible, she approached Orayvi and started talking to him.

Head Engineer Tiffany Violet Sunshine Charlotte Zelina “Duō Gōngnéng Jī” Alessandra Jennesa Cassandra Haley Hanneke Karlijn Gerrieke Roosmarijn Pnt Mollen Audrey Mariel Jeanette Smiley: Ahh, hello there! My name is Tiffany! It would seem like you are trying to light your pipe with fire! Would you like to borrow my lighter?

Out from her pocket, she produced a simple gas-operated lighter. One of those metal lighters that you simply need to open the lid and it will light up. Tiffany thought about using her built-in flamethrower to help him out, but given the technological gap, she realised how much of a problem that could potentially be.

[Valentine Z]

While Valentijn does see everyone settling in and talking to one another, there was a certain form of… tension and verbal conflict from one particular table. Valentina was simply looking distraught and unsure of what to do. She was signalling Valentijn subtlety, to which the latter told her just to change the conversation at best, and maybe ask them about the weather… or something.

He looked at Clarissa and hatched up another idea.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Well, we can always go for another dance! What do you say, my dear? Something to lighten the mood?

Exuberant Superintendent T-1000/2904 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi: Sure, dearie! What do you have in mind?

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Something a little bit more… upbeat, I shall say! Don’t worry, I know just the song! Tracie, hit that music!

3rd Sgt. Tracie Valentina Kat Pauline Sarah Harper Aceline R. Alexi “Merisotilas” Susanna Casey Caylee Rowan Jemina E. Kyllikki Terhikki Annie Elliah Sam. Ilmatar Hyvärinen Lindholm Heinon: You got it, Val. [PA System] Hello to you all once again! I hope that you are all having a great time, and I certainly am right here with my Valentian friends! Now, some of you have seen Valentijn and Clarissa danced it off, and it was very, very adorable, isn’t it? Now, there is going to be another dance and that you guests, and the Valentians too, are strongly advised to clear the immediate 25 meters area from Valentijn and Clarissa. You are feel free to join the floor, but please oh please stay away from our two giant lovebirds. Please DO NOT cross the designated bollards! We are not responsible for your death if you get accidentally squashed, though… Germaine might be able to revive you! Anyway, here we go!

The music player, along with the sound system, started blasting this song at a comfortably audible and attention-grabbing level.

Valentijn and Clarissa got into action.

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Okay, this will be a little fast. Feel free to sing and mouth it out, but… I personally would keep it quiet. I’m a bit shy now.

Exuberant Superintendent T-1000/2904 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi: Haha, aww Val! No one will judge harshly against your singing!

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: True, but… you know? Ah well, let’s go!

The two set into motion and started dancing, this time to a faster rhythm as dictated by the song. The movements are sharper, the reflexes faster, and a few Valentians making sure that the bollards are not crossed by anyone.

Exuberant Superintendent T-1000/2904 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi: ♪ Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows, and everything that’s wonderful is what I’m feeling, when we are together! ♪ Now your turn, Vallie!

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Well, here I go! … ♪ Brighter than a lucky penny! // When you're near the rain just disappears, dear! // And I feel so fine, // Just to know that you are mine! ♪

Exuberant Superintendent T-1000/2904 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi: See, you can do it! It’s amazing, my dear!

Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Hehe, ahh, thanks! Oh Gott, I’m flustered inside!

Exuberant Superintendent T-1000/2904 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi: Don’t worry, no one can see that you are blushing inside that armor!

The two would dance with more and more energy put into them, with the rest of the Valentians simply watching, a few of them joining in… Gwen took a picture, Marcus and Ezekiel stopped their game session. The whole living room, as it seems, seems to centre their attention at the Valentian couple.

[Uvoan]

"Well, a state of constant rebellion is an oddly specific condition for a country to go through but regardless of that, no nation should suffer such chaos. Besides, I'm rather curious about which party was the cause for rebellion in your homeland? Care to explain or am I being nosy? I will not take offense if it's the latter."

Ambrosia was almost hurt by Zkto's comments until she realized that he was aiming them at the Paramount and his companions. At that moment, Ambrosia shared a similar disposition to that unscrupulous-looking cybernetic bunch. Indeed, the dinner was open to many types of guests. If it was up to Ambrosia, those three would've been given the boot and sent running back to whichever hellhole they crawled out from.

"Oh, don't worry yourself. They're not worth you having to waste your time and energy observing them. Now as for dear Rekko here! What you've told me has definitely piqued my interest. The only wolves that could rival little Rekko would be the dire wolves back in my homeland! However, dire wolves aren't exactly friendly, considering their nature. They're vicious creatures that have a history of ravaging the countryside in large packs, whenever the need arises. In any case, Rekko sounds like a beautiful but mischievous creature. How much trouble has this pup caused before you were able to properly train him? And hell, what did this pup scrounge up the first time he entered your kitchen? My two Demigryphs are domesticated but wild creatures simultaneously! I can't exactly explain that!"

Ambrosia completely forgot about her initial objective of teasing the autocrat. She was too engrossed with the Csenr wolf by his side until she caught one of the Paramount's companions approaching Amara.

"Apologies, sir. It seems like the same people you were worried about are going to cause a scene. I'll have to go deal with one of them but I do hope we can continue this conversation! It would be lovely to have you come by my table with Rekko by your side! Now if you'll excuse me, someone's going to learn some manners..."

With that said, she left Zkto' to his own devices in peace. She was sure to meet him later this evening but she needed to deal with a potentially troublesome matter. She waved goodbye to both him and his pet before rushing over to the scene near the tables she had originally occupied.

Zkto' lets out a long suffering sigh, going for a simple answer- "Which rebellion is the correct answer to your question- My first, or second, or the third one that was... Just a mess. Over-all, the few uniting factors are a general economic unrest, and some general with thoughts far above his station. Or some farmer with a pamphlet." He adds that last sentence in a very joking manner, rolling his eyes. "And it's not nosy at all- It's simply very, very, very valid questions."

He pauses again, putting together a few thoughts- "Oh, Rekko here caused a lot of trouble before he was properly trained- Intelligent, and michevous? My poor gaurds got heart-attacks constantly!" He laughs, genuinely, at the memories. "He always breaking into the kitchen, or stealing someone's food, or harassing the mousing cats- It was a lot of chaos until he was trained. But it was fun. It was an exciting that didn't involve getting shot at." Zkto then takes a few more moments- Also casting a glance at a certain incident, Rekko seeming to do the same."... And it was about 30 kilograms of smoked meat. That's how we found him actually, sprawled lazily across the floor... And it's about the same with Rekko here- He's still a wolf at heart, just one whose enjoying the luxuries of civilization." Zkto' also pauses, to look at the scene by the tables. "Yes, I can quite see that." He leans over slightly, rubbing Rekko's ears again. Before stopping, as Rekko tilted his head back, seeming to ask a question- "Nen totutvo, dito iyest viz frimir." Zkto' then states, as Rekko is almost immediately bounding away, angling for a scene that caught his attention- Zkto' smiling. "I do think you will have Rekko joining you on this occasion, Ambrosia."

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Talen was, very abruptly, interrupted by a rather large wolf bounding forward- Almost literally sliding between her legs- Before Rekko went skidding to a stop, rearing up to turn around in a flash. Landing just as quickly, facing Talen- With Rekko having placed himself between Talen and Amara. Turning slightly to check on the latter, before fully re-focusing on the former- Also backing up Ambrosia, as Rekko remains alert...

3rd Sgt. Tracie Valentina Kat Pauline Sarah Harper Aceline R. Alexi “Merisotilas” Susanna Casey Caylee Rowan Jemina E. Kyllikki Terhikki Annie Elliah Sam. Ilmatar Hyvärinen Lindholm Heinon: You got it, Val. [PA System] Hello to you all once again! I hope that you are all having a great time, and I certainly am right here with my Valentian friends! Now, some of you have seen Valentijn and Clarissa danced it off, and it was very, very adorable, isn’t it? Now, there is going to be another dance and that you guests, and the Valentians too, are strongly advised to clear the immediate 25 meters area from Valentijn and Clarissa. You are feel free to join the floor, but please oh please stay away from our two giant lovebirds. Please DO NOT cross the designated bollards! We are not responsible for your death if you get accidentally squashed, though… Germaine might be able to revive you! Anyway, here we go!

The music player, along with the sound system, started blasting this song at a comfortably audible and attention-grabbing level.

Zkto', having finished one conversation, does take a few moments to watch, idly musing to himself- At a very safe distance of course... Even he's not sure how far his seeming invulnerability stretches. Then he soon wanders over the table Ambrosia had been at, taking one of the empty seats- And then turning to look at the group gathered around the table.

[Fallen Albali]

The Paramount

"Fine, Zen We'll bite. What do you have to tell us about your punching of some space deity or whatever. H'Krell, Talen, come here and listen to his blathering." The Paramount yelled this back at Zen just as loud as Zen had and his two underlings came walking towards The Paramount. Tal'Talen would notice Amara and crouch down to the girl's level "Oh why, hello there little girl, aren't you the cutest little thing!" Tal'Talen would move out her hand to go and pet the child on the head if no one else would stop her. H'Krell would sit down next to The Paramount trying to move whoever was next to him before out of the way in an attempt to sit next to his overlord.

Ambrosia simply couldn't get enough of Amara and hearing the little Ausar compliment her intelligence was the icing on the cake. The Countess couldn't help but let out a soft squeal to express just how flattered she was.

"Oh you adorable munchkin! If I'm intelligent, then you must be the brainiest Ausar in the galaxy! See! You even pronounced the word 'Demigryph' correctly on your first try! Oh and they're super cute! Just like you! Look! I'll even show you!"

Ambrosia's mind was bubbling with elation and cheeriness. One could've currently mistook her for a vivacious 5th grader if she wasn't here in the flesh. The vampire shuffled her hands into her dress pocket, pulling out her 'Ȳdragon' phone and opening up her photo gallery and in a few moments, she was showing off her pet Demigryphs, Apollo and Atreus, to Amara. There were a wide variety of relevant pictures stored on her phone and Ambrosia took her time explaining what was going on in each picture. There was one picture of Ambrosia cuddling up to the Demigryphs while they laid next to a fireplace. Another involved one of her Demigryphs, Atreus, being groomed by the vampire, although it was rather obvious that the poor Demigryph simply wanted to be subject to something less tedious, considering his playful demeanor and affectionate eyes, such as running around the Von Carstein's estate fields.

After swiping through a dozen pictures or so, Ambrosia decided to conclude her little presentation and pocketed her smartphone, preferring not to overwhelm the little Ausar.

"Aren't they just precious? Now I know they're huge but they're some of the most affectionate beings in the galaxy. They're...they're like my little babies. In any case junior, I am 200% sure that my pets would love you! They'd be begging for the attention of a sweetheart like yourself!"

Ambrosia picked herself up from the ground and shifted her attention towards the mother Ausar herself. Her beaming smile was still ever present as she was still recovering from the effects of being complimented by the little Ausar.

“Amaki, I swear, I’ve never met such a precious child. All the children I’ve ever met call me a bloodsucker as well as other mean names. You know, Red, you might be rather tough on yourself but if there’s one thing you do well, it’s raising this little pupper! You get an A plus plus star rainbow for parenting! Don’t ask me what that means.”

Subsequently after declaring Amaki’s parenting grade, Ambrosia conjured up an illusion of the letter ‘A’ followed by two bright red plus signs, a dwarf star that looked suspiciously similar to the ‘Albali’ star coupled with an out of place rainbow positioned over it.

“Ta-da! Ugh, sorry about that. That was just an excuse for me to play around with magic. In any case, Red, thank you for everything. Being next to you is a therapeutic experience of its own and with the introduction of Amara, my heart couldn’t be happier. You know, maybe putting one’s love and energy into a child might be a rather....life-changing experience.”

Once she was done unloading her feelings, Ambrosia finally managed to dust off any somber thoughts from her mind and went back to her cheerful self. Occasionally, the vampire’s mind would effortlessly block out the world around her and cause the vampire to ponder about and worry about her future. Fortunately, her pleasant company made it virtually impossible for the vampire to stay in such a depressive mood.

For a few moments, Ambrosia’s attention shifted towards Freya and Astrid in regards to her talk about potentially having children in the future. The latter of the two decided to vividly describe the anatomy of a Blodriker vampire and how it’s simply impossible for one to be pregnant. Ambrosia was rather engrossed by the lecture but as soon as she noticed Amaki flaring up at the presentation, especially because of her daughter’s presence. Ambrosia raced to action and pleaded with Astrid to put away her lab notes for the time being. Swinging over to Amaki, a sheepish grin was present on her face and she felt rather embarrassed to see Amaki understandably flare up in response to the detailed imagery that was used in Astrid’s presentation.

“It’s okay now, dear. Amara can look now. Amara, you saw nothing? Capisce? Heh, guess we’re going to put the lid on the topic of having children, aren’t we? Say...don’t take any offense but you held back, didn’t you? Hey, I know your temper! Want me to remind you of the first time we met in person? Fun times! You were such a cute, goofy pup and you still are.”

Amara would have been bouncing with excitement if she wasn't sat in her mum's lap. The very thought of meeting Ambie's pretty pets was almost too much for the little kid to bear. Before long, she was practically begging her mother to let take her along the next time Amaki went to Ambie's mansion. Amaki could only give vague responses, even though she was certain that Ambie would be equally excited at the idea.
Amaki, meanwhile, simply sat and listened to Ambie as she spoke. She was genuinely touched when the vampire once again complimented her parenting - the fact she went as far as to use her magic to conjure up her parenting grade was the icing on the cake, really. For the first time in a while she let out a genuine, happy, laugh.

Of course, she could just ignore Vampire #2's stupidity. She could sense her dismissiveness - Amaki supposed that this was bound to happen with barbarians around. Hell, she knew primitive natives of her new homeworld that had a better grasp of technology than her, and they were also willing and able to learn as well. Still, at least the idiot vampire's lack of common sense didn't cause any lasting damage. Amara didn't see anything she was supposed to. Everything was fine. So, Amaki followed Ambie's suggestions and tried to calm down. Fate seemed to have other plans.

Amaki noticed a newcomer milling about, but she never paid much attention to them. It was just another person to ignore, after all. That was until said stranger put their hand out towards Amara's head. The Ausari mother was left with a choice - fight or flight, as it were. As much as she'd like to put this stranger on the floor or in the ground, her daughter's safety was more important. She began to move Amara out of the way just as Ambrosia grabbed the person's wrist. As Ambie gave the woman a good yelling at, Amaki checked on her daughter.
"Are you alright, sweetie?"
Amara looked more confused than anything. "Uh... I'm OK." Still, she cuddled up to her mother's chest and began to get comfortable in this new position. Given the circumstances, Amaki decided to allow it. She coddled Amara for another minute or so.