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by Kuronami » Sun Sep 06, 2020 12:04 pm
by Kyrenaia » Mon Sep 07, 2020 9:31 am
Kuronami wrote:(ooc: Just in case anyone doesn't know, I am also AHSCA)
Hyeon-Mi Il,
Port Aurora, Aurora Island
A young princess here alone, well not alone, she had her trusted guard with her, but that was it. No entourage of other people with her, just her, and that's the way she wanted it right now. She wasn't hear to visit the Duchess, though she had the pleasure to meet her once, she wasn't here for Kuronami, she was just here for herself. She couldn't help but feel the police officer inspecting her and Ji-Yun was eyeing them with a great deal suspicion. They were traveling on sort of legally gray passports. Hardly black market but not exactly 100% honest either. It fudged a few details about her, namely details that'd make it easy to find out she was a Dominion Princess. But Hyeon-Mi really wanted to keep her presence here quiet. Even though she wasn't that high ranking of a noble she still didn't want anyone making a fuss over her and certainly didn't want to make a disturbance with her presence during an important and no doubt busy time for the locals.
"Very good." The officer told them, "Welcome to the UIS and please enjoy your time with us."
"Thank you we will.." Hyeon-Mi thanked taking her bag and passport and moved along now clear of their customs check in
"Milady, I'm starting to have doubts about this."
"Come now, I'm sure it's perfectly safe here and we have nothing to worry about. I read the corruption index here is surprisingly low for a developing nation."
"Mmmm if you think so, I don't doubt you did your studies on this place. But still, I didn't like the way that officer was eyeing us."
"Well maybe my disguise isn't super full proof."
"Cutting your hair shorter, doesn't make a disguise."
"All right so it's not exactly putting on a lot, but come on, Hang-Gang is the smallest Domain of Kuronami and --" she stopped herself of saying least significant "Well anyway, point is, I'm not exactly the most public figure like Her Majesty the Empress, I really doubt anyone here is going to recognize me."
"If you say so, Milady."
Walking down the streets of Aurora Hyeon-Mi certainly put on the tourist front, admiring just how built the "city" was though again you'd think this was something of a city locked in time. "I can't believe how much this looks like a city from home, a century ago!"
"It's very pleasing on the eyes and ability to walk without having to dodge vehicles. But no less on the people."
They weave around the various crowds of people. Walking just past the Kyrenaian Princess and her family accidentally bumping shoulders with them. "Oh begging your pardon." Hyeon-Mi excused herself and it seemed no offense taken as they moved along their path. Ji-Yun glanced back a moment as they passed along before being swallowed up by the crowd "Strange, she looks familiar to me."
"Will you just relax?"
"I don't mean like somebody with ill intent, just somebody I've seen before. Sorry. Milady, I'm rather hungry, don't suppose we could go along and find something to eat?"
"That's a great idea. Why don't we deposit our bags and have something good, huh?"
And so off they went to find their Inn and somewhere good to eat.
by AHSCA » Mon Sep 07, 2020 12:12 pm
Astares Amauricanum wrote:Joel Miller.
Kino, Corona Island.
Ah, the smell of the sea, mixed with the ones of the tropical jungle nearby carried by the wind... the complete opposite of what I've been used to most of my life, my nose being rather accustomed to the scents of the pines and oaks of Saskatchewan, but still pretty good.
A year ago, I was still working with my brother Tommy, managing the lumber-mill we inherited from our uncle and aunt, and me working a a carpenter (without showing off, a skilled one if I believe others.), and raising my beloved daughter Sarah. A youth error, many have said to me after her mother left me with her, when I was just 17 and her just a newborn baby. But even if all the days were not all sunshine and rainbows, I thank the Stars each day for the light she has brought in my life.
My brother Tommy, on his side, does not have children, but married Maria, a hydroelectric engineer working at the dam near our home, and soon, our group of four settled in the old house of the lumber-mill, our lives soon falling into a well-oiled routine...
...until about a year ago. Don't worry, all of you who are reading, nothing bad happened. In fact, it was the complete opposite.
On that October evening, as we had all gathered to watch the evening news on television, the opening lines were all about our country, the Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum, having seized a small archipelago apparently in the middle of nowhere, called the Islas Malditas. According to a principle called Terra Nullius, we were apparently able to legally sezied these islands, and they were now in our lap.
In the following days, the Joint Departmental Agency for the Devlopment of the Islas Malditas was created, and contracts started to be opened for providers, job offerings, etc. Tommy and I chose to submit an offer for providing wood for the construction sites that would surely start to pop on these Islands, and it didn't took much time before we got a positive answer back. The Agency also offered me a job as a construction and carpenter foreman. As my sister-in-law Maria was being sent to work there by her company, I was not going alone. So, I left my now 16-year old Sarah with her uncle, and off we went to the airport, then to Guam, where a boat soon took us to the Malditas, where the first sites were being drawn. That was back in December.
Now, with the COVID having delayed us a bit, and allowing me and Maria to go back home from March to May, I was finally back on the Malditas. But this time, we were not alone. Tommy was accompanying Maria for a few months, having left the keys and handling of our sawmill to Ellie, a promising young woman of 19 and one of our employees. As for Sarah, she would have classes online for the duration of her stay with us.
Now, the Malditas looked very different from what we discovered when we arrived nearly a year ago. Construction crews like mine, as well as Seabees from the Imperial Navy, had done a great job. Although we had managed to lay the bases for a few structures here and there during the stormy season, when the dry season came again, we managed to triple the pace. A few concrete docks had been erected, as well as airfields, and although our lodgings znd the rest of the buildings we were currently using were all prefabs, the foundations of our future, definitive quarters had already been laid.
But what interests us now is not how the work on the Malditas is progressing.
Last year, the Agency passed to everyone a document written by Daniel Vincao, our ambassador in the neighboring archipelago of the UIS of AHSCA. Around this time of the year, they have a tradition of hosting a festival to honor the transition from the dry seadon to the wet season.
And so, according to our ambassador's words, the UIS are a very kice place to visit, and the tourist influx of last year, although small, apparently landed them with quite the pocket money.
So, this year, a good part of the workers of the Malditas, civilians and military, have chosen to spend some time in the UIS for the Festival of the Holy Light. Around five to six thousand of us will be visiting.
And this is why on this early morning, I find myself standing on the promenade deck, starboard side, of the ferry thzt carried us from Malditas 3 to Kino, Corona. A few meters away, two other ferries flying the Astarian flag also sail towards Corona.
"We're finally here! I'm so eager to get on land and discover what these Islands have to offer! " exclaims Sarah to my right, always being the ball of energy she has always been.
"Don't worry baby girl, " I reply as I ruffle her hair, "you're not alone in that situation. Plus, with our mountain bikes, we'll be able to cover more ground."
Since most of use used bicycles, especially mountain bikes, to get around the Malditas for our jobs, we figured it would be best to bring them with us.
"At least I hope the locals won't be afraid to see that many foreign ships coming in, with the war from 20 years ago." says my brother Tommy on the right of Sarah, an arm around Maria's shoulder.
"Don't be like that little brother, " I reply, "I'm sure the folks here will be very nice and helpful. True, we're not in the more popular areas like Aurora, but that does not mean we won't get to see fewer things.
-I agree." finishes Maria, before the ferry's horn sounds loudly, followed by a message on the PA system telling all passengers to gather their belongings, including their bikes, and be ready to disembark.
As we hear that, Tommy, Maria and I all check the back of our pants, to see if our concealed Masada 35 pistols were secured in their holsters.
That done, we leave the promenade deck, gather our bikes, and finally disembark in the small port that is Kino.
We are all dressed similarly: walking boots, cargo pants, and polo shirts or T shirts. Me, Tommy and Maria also have each a cap with the Miller Lumber-Mill logo on it. Sarah, for herself, also have a cap with her high-school logo. We also have each a bagpack on our backs.
"Good day Sir/Ma'am" says Maria as she is the first to hand her passport to the local customs officer. "Maria Miller, hydroelectric engineer, on vacation with my husband Thomas Miller, my brother-in-law Joel Miller, and my niece Sarah Miller." she says as she points to us three, as we also present our passports. "We have three concealed handguns and a baton to declare, as well as these bikes."
Staff Sergeant Abigail "Abby" Anderson
Port Aya, Hoshino
Unlike the jackass above, I'll try and keep this one short, since he already told you everything.
Staff Sergeant Abigail Anderson, but everyone calls me Abby. Currently serving in the 44th Ranger Regiment, 2nd Battalion, Darius Company. As a special force operator in the Astarian Imperial Army, I've been deployed to many parts of the world since I first joined the Rangers at age 23, six years ago. But among all of them, this last one has been the most peaceful.
In July, our battalion has been sent to the Malditas to relieve the First Battalion who was part of the security apparatus. I'll admit, when I first arrived, I didn't think there would be such a melting pot of branches. Sailors, Airmen, Marines, and even a few Imperial Guards, along with all the Army men and women, including us Rangers, have been dispatched to handle the security and police duties for the construction sites. Although the Malditas may not seem like a big target, the abundance of resources, both at sea and on the Islands, and the presence of various foreign military bases in the nearby UIS made our higher-ups to deploy maybe more than the necesary amount of troops.
Anyway, since the UIS are hosting a Festival, and a good portion of us Astarians working on the Malditas have managed to check for a few days of leave, including me, I now find myszlf on a ferry sailing towards Hoshino. Accompanying me for the Festival, one of my squadmates (and friend with benefits, let's not hide it.), Corporal Owen Rekker.
"So, ready?" I ask as we prepare to leave our cabin to go ashore, checking the contents of my bagpack one last time.
-Yup" he simply replies, as he puts the final cartridges in one of his pistol's magazines, before slapping said mag in his Masada 35, racking the slide and checking that a round is chambered before tucking it in a concealed hoslter in the back of his pants.
That done, we gather our packs and passports, before exiting our cabin and going towzrds rhe gangplank, gathering our mountain bikes on the way. I wave at a few of my other squadmates, who are waiting in line to disembark a few meters in front of us.
Just like us, all the Astarian military personnel vacationing on the Malditas has chosen to wear digitalized camouflage cargo pants and combat shirts, and our branch's berets or cover on the head to help identify us better. A few feet behind us, I spot three sailors, recognizable by their blue and white digitalized- camouflage.
Once our turn to present our passports comes, we advance towards the custom officer.
"Goos morning Sir/Ma'am, Staff Sergeant Abigail Anderson and Owen Rekker of the Astarian Imperial Army, 44th Ranger Regiment, 2nd Battalion." I say with a smile as I hand him our two passports. "We have each a concealed pistol to declare." I add with the same smile.
Meanwhile, on Aurora, Stillstando or Animalpolis, the same scenes would occur. Ferries flying the Astarian flag, unloading both civilian and military personnel, most of them carrying bikes with them, qnd handing their passports to the customs officers.
As said before, around five to six thousand of them would be visiting this year. If last's year was a tourist boom, this year was surely going to be a Big Bang.
Kyrenaia wrote:Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Aurora, Aurora Island, UIS, Portside Promenade Deck of the Aurelia.
We had actually arrived yesterday, sometime around midday, the Aurelia-class Sailing Yacht Aurelia, a vessel built on demand by Prince Damir ibn-Razia and named after his beloved daughter, namely me. She was a sailing yacht, a beautiful vessel of two thousand tons and 94 meters, built in the style of a Capall na dTonn, a Wavehorse, one of the legendary ships my mother's ancestors used to sail to distant lands.
Dad and my stepmother, Princess Yasmin bint-Atif, had refused to spoil themselves of the fun of stepping into the land of my beloved Marcella before the Day of the Festival of Holy Light and I had followed their example, but here we were, or rather should be.
Dad smiled in bemusement as I was nervous, thrilled, excited, lovesick, all of that and more, walking up and down the promenade, but always not even five steps away from the gangplank.
My father was a tall man, olive skinned and with short, brown hair, his golden eyes gleaming with mirth as he watched me - he wore a light shirt and light pants, but sturdy boots (and to be honest, I would not be surprised to find a label Property of the Utica Metropolitan Police inside of them). He was an intelligent man, a patron of the arts, and quite well-liked mainly due to his charme. It was no wonder, that he was seen as the more pleasant alternatives at state visits, when one of the children of the Sultana, he was her youngest son, came to a visit, especially when considering, that Auntie Rasha was the Lady-Commander of the Armies of the Five Deserts and Uncle Ilia the Lord-Commander of the Sultan's Navy.
I had inherited his skin tone, but my blonde hair was of my mother, a Selkie-Maiden, who my father first seduced (or was seduced by or both) and then fell in love with. My blue eyes were hers as well, brought forth by the little sapphire pendant resting on my collarbone, which also brought attention to my 'argumentation amplifiers'. Add as a bonus, that I wore a black bikini-top, a pair of matching bottoms and a pair of cargo pants, which emphasized my built pretty well, especially when one took to heart, that I practiced Mounted Archery quite successfully. I also still had my yukata, which I bought two years ago, but that would come later. One remarkable change, which Marcella might notice was, that my long hair, once going well past my rear end, was now a little bit longer then shoulder-length, having been cut down considerably.
One was unchanged, though, someone, who had been here twice before and never tired of being here: Aldhiyb, my trusty Sand Wolf. The large canine with the blue eyes had saved my life and now, that I had finished school and was doing my Service as a part of the Administration of the Khanate of Tanin, I could finally spend all the time he and I wanted to spend together. And it was a lot.
Fuck the yellow press and their nagging - who said, that a bureaucrat couldn't walk her bloody dog?!
Anyway, we were all waiting on the last of our little group, my stepmother Princess Yasmin bint-Atif, the Princess-Regent of the Khanate of Tanin. She was also, as we knew now, pregnant, by now in her 14th week. Once could see a slight bulge, where the kid was growing - either her name would be Fara or his name would be Dschafar, after Yasmin's Mother or Dad's Father, respectively.
That also meant, that Yasmin needed regular checkups and looks at by the ship's Doctor, Doctor Tabalfina. And that was, why there was this delay.
"Aurelia, you'll carve a cut into the planking.", Dad admonished me softly and I stopped, looking at him, "Nice rewards come to those, who wait for them."
"You can easily say that - you need to go to your bedroom in the evening to see your beloved with nothing but a smile on her, but Marcella..." I sighed, wistfully. "We are worlds apart, yet so close."
"You still write letters, don't you?", Dad asked.
"Every week.", I replied with a soft smile. I still had that shoe box under my bed in the Palace of the Azure Hall, filled with her replies. I reached for a pocket on my pants, a letter in it. It was my latest reply. I would deliver it personally. "I... sorry, Dad."
"It's alright. I know, how you feel.", he said and I knew, what and whom he meant: My Mam, who was waiting on us in the Mag Mell.
We were silent for a moment. I glanced down to the bottom of the gangplank, to the unfortunate man of the Tabardariyya, who was guarding the gangplank. There were a lot more tourists this year, so a bit of a precaution was necessary. While she was still along, the Harira was now only a dinghy of the larger Aurelia.
"Sorry I'm late!", we suddenly heard a voice come around the bend, "The Doctor took his sweet time... I hope, that you aren't..." The woman kissed Dad. "...too over-excited and nervous!"
And with that, my stepmother, Princess Yasmin bint-Atif, kissed me on my cheek. She was only seven years older then me, brunette, blue eyes and quite well-equipped, her long-brown hair open for today. She wore a white sun dress, topped by an equally white sun hat, sunglasses and solid shoes. Not boots like Dad and I wore them, but not sandals either.
"Me?", I asked, "Over-excited and nervous at meeting my girlfriend?"
"Right, who am I asking, Miss Cool!", Yasmin said and hugged me again. I felt the slight bulge, which told of me soon having a half-sibling. "I'm excited to be here!"
"And so am I.", Dad said and smiled, "The idea to come here for our honeymoon was excellent. Thank you for inspiring us, Aurelia."
He kissed me on the cheek.
"You're welcome.", I said, blushing. Aldhiyb was by my side, looking up at me. "So... shall we get going?"
"Lead the way.", Dad asked of me.
Happily I did - and a minute later, we were in Aurora.
It felt good to be back!
Cartoonia wrote:Cartoonians once again look towards their friends across the sea. The United Island States have been close friends with the Democratic Republic, and many have taken to traveling to the islands for holiday (or vacation, whichever they like to refer it to). Cartoonian cruise ships and ocean liners have always entered and exited the different ports of AHSCA for years. This year, despite the current pandemic, the cruise industry has only been affected back in Spring. With strict health and safety precautions taking place at the home port and on the ships, the cruise industry is back on its feet. Just in time for the Festival of The Holy Light, which is usually the Cartoonians’ favorite time to vacation on the islands before heading back to work or school for the fall.
S.S. Fairy Tail, North Atlantic Ocean, enroute to AHSCA. September 5, 2020, 11:00 AM
The SS Fairy Tail of the Jones-Williams Ocean Lines is usually chartered to transport passengers from Port Gallagher in Cartoonia to Port Aurora in the United Island States. It is a luxurious liner with all the amenities of modern cruises and the style and decadence of old ocean liners of the early and mid-20th Century. Some of the passengers are on board just to cruise. Others are here for a nice vacation, and who needs a more fine vacation than the former chancellor herself.
Erza Scarlet finally has her break. After 10 years of being head of the government and her military service in the past decades made her relieved that she was taking a nice, long, deserved vacation. She may look 25, but in reality she is 75. Cartoonians have a long history of looking relatively younger than others. They usually don’t show age until their death. But they do show signs of stress and fatigue. Her life has been nothing but stress and hard work. From her terrible past as a slave in the Tower of Heaven, to her revolt against the cultists with Cartoonia’s help, to her military service under the Fairy Tail Wizarder Brigade, to her appointment to the Toon Point Military Academy, her appointments as General of the 7th Army, Ambassador to Japan, her civil service as secretary of labor, to her election as Chancellor of Cartoonia. She has seen everything happen in her lifetime and has been through so much. It was finally time for her to relax and enjoy this wonderful country she has heard so much about. She usually wears heavy armor, even in the summer. But today, she has on her a white sleeveless, collared, blouse with a small, blue, ribbon necktie around the collar. On the bottom she wears a blue skirt that was knee-length. She lounges on the deck chair of the ship enjoying herself, and she is happy to spend it with the one she loves.
Jellal Fernandes has known Erza her entire life, for her too was a child slave at the Tower of Heaven and since his liberation has been working hard in government to repay those who have saved him. He started off as an apprentice to a police officer, and worked his way through university earning his masters in law at the University of Cartoon University of Beika City. In the seventies he worked as a civil servant in the newly formed Department of Magic where he rose to become the head of the dark magic location and research agency. He served as secretary of the Department of Foreign Affairs in the 1980s and in the 1990s began his service as ambassador. From Iraq, India, Italy, and Canada. In 2018, he was assigned the ambassadorship to the United Island States where he has been since then, and only went out for his campaign for the office of chancellor. They have worked hard throughout their lives, and now they are able to relax for the first time in forever. Jellal would usually wear his long black coat with his civilian medals on him and a dark purple shirt, complete with gray khakis and black boots. But today he is in more casual attire, a purple tank top that shows his fine physique and gray long shorts and red flip flops.
“I’m glad you’re taking this vacation Erza. I think it would be good for your health” Jellal says.
“I’ve been working harder in the past 10 years. I Definitely deserve a vacation. I’m just glad that I’m spending this vacation with you” she replies.
“We’ve been working hard our entire lives. I think we deserve a little time off from our lives in the modern world and relax. Fortunately this nation can help in relaxation. The United Island States have accepted thousands of Cartoon tourists around this time every year”.
“I heard. It must be a nice country for one to wind down from the modern world. A little piece of heaven on earth. I expect you know this much serving as ambassador to these islands”.
“I have been on the islands a couple of times, I know some great spots on the island for us to enjoy”
“I look forward to it”.
On the other side of the ship was another character that would be of focus. He is one of the most prominent film critics in Cartoonia. A portly fellow who is currently wearing a green Hawaiian shirt and orange shorts. This man is Jay Prescott Sherman. A man who has lived how he pleased. Cracking a few jokes and reviewing movies for Philips Broadcasting. Jay has been getting a little fatigued from watching hours of movie footage, as well as staring at a computer screen for hours. His wife Alice suggested that he goes on a little vacation to clear his mind and rejuvenate himself.
“Ah yes” Jay says to himself on the deck chair, “a whole entire week without movies, without work, without Schwarzenegger. Alice was right. A vacation is what I needed”. As the Cartoonians were on deck, the Captain gets on to the intercom.
“Hello this is your captain speaking. We are close to reaching the Port of Aurora, all passengers should head back to their cabins to prepare for customs. We know you have choices for traveling abroad, so thank you for choosing a Jones-Williams Ocean Liner, the luxury Cartoon Sea Service”. The ship, as it always has done, has the port in sight. The brass quintet comes up to play a tune for the departing guests of the ship. With the passengers having their belongings ready, they are ready to take on the riches and pleasures this island nation has to offer once again.
by Danceria » Mon Sep 07, 2020 1:44 pm
by Astares Amauricanum » Mon Sep 07, 2020 1:45 pm
by Mervay » Mon Sep 07, 2020 3:19 pm
by Kyrenaia » Tue Sep 08, 2020 2:14 am
AHSCA wrote:[...]
AURORA
If the family was hoping to pay another visit to The ever popular Twin Palms shop, well again they'd certainly be in luck for the booming business. In fact since Aurelia's stop in last time, business had actually been booming. Admittedly there were a fair few lookyloos to maybe see if they could catch glance of a foreign princess but still plenty were there to buy from the shop and the owners couldn't be more thrilled. There was a sign that did announce they'd be closing early tonight, but that was in the evening, morning goers had plenty of time to shop. After all Kumiko was a family woman now, a wife and of course her still little girl, Mamiko, to enjoy the festival with. Aya the co-owner hadn't yet snagged a special someone but oh well she too could use some time to enjoy the festivities. It maybe religious but it still was festive. "Welcome." Aya greeted them "Oh, wait I think I remember you." She didn't raise her voice or make a fuss but she did recognize Aurelia in particular. "Welcome back for another festival. And brought a lot of people with you huh? Well that's excellent. What can I do for you today?"
CORONA
The young man with the horse had certainly drew eyes of people who were surprised if not confused. Children especially were urging their parents to please let them see the horse maybe ride it, as unlikely a ride would be but still folks gathered around. "My my, what a lovely horse!" A young woman approached. "We don't usually see many around these parts. Not as often as oxen. Welcome, stranger." She greeted him "Don't suppose you're looking to sell? Or you just visiting hoping to ride along the beaches?"
[...]
Danceria wrote:[...]Theomer Eorlmyn, Student, Wanderer, and Prine to Be
Ferry Port, Aurora
CURRENT FORECAST: Humid and solitary
He had never been one for the sweltering tropics, but so far, but he had to once more concede to the counsel of the Spiorad-specifically a Miss Blaidd, of Tralee descent. Yet it was also from pressure due to his Uncle, a certain Rev. Stavros Galanis who had long since mentored and guarded him, grooming him to take the throne. Apparently, the islands, especially during the time of this very festival, were a haunt for the Valarist King, who came to give meditation and prayer as a wandering mendicant. Theomer held no ill will towards His Current Majesty, though he knew his destiny was indeed to rule for the sake of the Christian populace, yet he was both pushed and pulled by factors beyond the young man’s reckoning. The sea called to their ancient Númenórean blood like an awaiting mother, and his heterochromic eyes shone the heritage of Eorl and Elurín, as much as he dared not to admit it. Yet now, those eyes shone under the summer sun, the light glinting off of the tanned body from years of hard work.
He seemed to be one of a number of handsome travellers, light of hair, tall and broad, wearing swim trunks, tank top draped with a button down shirt, his swim trunks and sandals. Wide he surveyed the already crowded streets of Aurora, the tourists and the locals peddling their wares, comparing them to the shores of the River Entwash where he learned to swim, the shores of the Long Lake during his studies in Esgaroth, an even the inland Sea of Rhûn...yet never had he felt the true vastness of the Ocean Blue until now, bearing down upon a man who was so used to the wide open plains and forests of his home in Rohan. It was good to have recognized at least a single island in the midst of oceans, metaphorical and otherwise, for he found a certain Spiorad that he had the pleasure of studying alongside.
Navigating through the throngs of people, he called out to the Spiorad in question, after fumbling over the words in Tafod, clambering together a question in Selkie, and finally in English. “Miss Elin! Hey!” he smiled as he finally found his way to the lighter haired of the Blaidd twins, though he himself did not know they were related...Well, he knew Elin had a sister, he just didn’t pry more into familial affairs more than necessary.
by Greater Orcadia » Tue Sep 08, 2020 10:31 am
by AHSCA » Tue Sep 08, 2020 11:35 am
Danceria wrote:Dawn Of The First Day
Aceus Elurion, King of Danceria
Port of Kino, Corona Island
CURRENT FORECAST: Humid and solitary, with a chance of horseback
A rustic island gained a rustic pair of visitors, one astride horseback like the riders of old, and one more saddened and burdened. Upon the silver-grey haired man’s back were simple robes, and much of his luggage. He regarded the rider with a smile, and kept his distance with most folk unless they approached him, his journey lay before him and spurring onward.
For who else would deign to mingle with the commoners than King Aceus Elurion, twice-visitor of the islands, who came to beseech the Goddesses and Yue, and who under cover of crowd and incognito erected small shrines across the islands in Yue’s name? Then again, who may remember him, for he was a forgettable king and man-at least if you asked him. All he did was help where he could, and prayed, and that was the purpose of his pilgrimage here. Straight to the Great Temple the older man walked.
Theomer Eorlmyn, Student, Wanderer, and Prine to Be
Ferry Port, Aurora
CURRENT FORECAST: Humid and solitary
He had never been one for the sweltering tropics, but so far, but he had to once more concede to the counsel of the Spiorad-specifically a Miss Blaidd, of Tralee descent. Yet it was also from pressure due to his Uncle, a certain Rev. Stavros Galanis who had long since mentored and guarded him, grooming him to take the throne. Apparently, the islands, especially during the time of this very festival, were a haunt for the Valarist King, who came to give meditation and prayer as a wandering mendicant. Theomer held no ill will towards His Current Majesty, though he knew his destiny was indeed to rule for the sake of the Christian populace, yet he was both pushed and pulled by factors beyond the young man’s reckoning. The sea called to their ancient Númenórean blood like an awaiting mother, and his heterochromic eyes shone the heritage of Eorl and Elurín, as much as he dared not to admit it. Yet now, those eyes shone under the summer sun, the light glinting off of the tanned body from years of hard work.
He seemed to be one of a number of handsome travellers, light of hair, tall and broad, wearing swim trunks, tank top draped with a button down shirt, his swim trunks and sandals. Wide he surveyed the already crowded streets of Aurora, the tourists and the locals peddling their wares, comparing them to the shores of the River Entwash where he learned to swim, the shores of the Long Lake during his studies in Esgaroth, an even the inland Sea of Rhûn...yet never had he felt the true vastness of the Ocean Blue until now, bearing down upon a man who was so used to the wide open plains and forests of his home in Rohan. It was good to have recognized at least a single island in the midst of oceans, metaphorical and otherwise, for he found a certain Spiorad that he had the pleasure of studying alongside.
Navigating through the throngs of people, he called out to the Spiorad in question, after fumbling over the words in Tafod, clambering together a question in Selkie, and finally in English. “Miss Elin! Hey!” he smiled as he finally found his way to the lighter haired of the Blaidd twins, though he himself did not know they were related...Well, he knew Elin had a sister, he just didn’t pry more into familial affairs more than necessary.
Astares Amauricanum wrote:Joel Miller.
Kino, Corona Island.
"Of course, we will gladly do so." I reply as the officers ask us to sign a pledge. After having put my passport back in my pocket, I take a ballpen out and sign the sheet, before handing the pen to Sarah who sogns it too, followed by her uncle and finally her aunt.
"Thank you very much for your welcome." says my brother to the officers as he picks up his pack again. "Don't worry, even though we seem to come en masse, our intention is not to harm this land by mass tourism. Have a nice festival." he finishes with a nod, before joining us as we get on our bikes and start to ride towards the town proper.
"So, what do you think we should do first?" asks Maria from the back.
"Well, "I reply, "why not go see the shops first? I heard that the local's craftmanship is world class, they manage to do exquisite pieces with just a few things."
"Oh yeah, super idea Dad!" exclaims Sarah with joy. "Let's do that first!" she adds before starting to pedal rapidly, gaining speed and moving away from us.
"Hey baby girl, slow down!" I call to her as the rest of us start to accelerate too, towards the town.
After a few more minutes, we arrive near what seems to be a local district. So, as all of us get down from our bikes and continue on foot, pushing them with us, we start to look for any shop that would catch our attention...
Staff Sergeant Abigail "Abby" Anderson
Port Aya, Hoshino
"Don't worry, we'll be careful." replies Owen with a large smile to the custom's officer warning about the winds. "Thank you very much Ma'am. Enjoy your festival too." I add before putting back my passport in my pocket.
As we ride on our bikes away from the port, I clearly see that the arrival of so many tourists in this place is not something the locals are accustomed to. And I can already hear the voices here and there saying that mass tourism will not arrange anything, yadda yadda. Meh, these punks will see in time that us Astarians are very respectful towards the nature, and that we know to only touch with our eyes.
"Something bothering you Abby?" asks Owen, causing me to come back to my senses.
"Nah, not something major, just thinking about how our arrival here is not something the locals are used to, and the fears that we may hurt this land with mass tourism.
*Come on, you know that's not gonna happen, quotas have been put in place for travel in the UIS, so the number of tourists will be regulated." replies my friend with a smile as he bumps my shoulder, causing me to nearly trip from my bike.
"Hey!" I shout. "Not nice man."
-Says the woman who always thinks about the bad in everything." he replies with a small smirk.
"Not always, but... meh, let's leave it aside. What do you want to do first?" I ask to change the subject.
"Well, I wouldn't mind trying a small food joint first, and then go to see a temple. What do you say?"
"Seems like a good idea." I reply, before we continue on our merry way.
A few minutes later, we arrive to what seems to be a small pub/tavern.
"Well, let's see what they have inside." says Owen as we get down from our bikes and park them near a tree, attaching them to it with a padlock. "Ready for breach Sarge?" he asks as he extends his arm towards the door to allow me to come first.
"Uh, let's not startle the locals with our military jokes shall we?" I reply with the same smirk before entering the pub...
Mervay wrote:Tess Dileva
Aurora Village, Aurora Island
AHSCA, it's like a second home for her, so many memories had been made here and so many more would be made. That was the thoughts that filled this girl's mind, she has been around here for a month or so to surprise her beloved but of course; for that she had to wait until it was safe enough and in order for her to travel without the issue of college being a problem, she had to make work assignments... Lot's of assignments.
But in the end they were worth the work, plus most of the nation was at home during the quarentine so that was the only way to kill time alongside her hobbies or spending time with her family mostly.
It was all worth if that meant to be here with the love of her life, someone that filled her with joy and was glad to have ever known. Satou was her one and only one.
However since the virus meant that any travel abroad had to be done safely and that meant that she had to first be 14 days in quarantine before leaving Mervay and another 14 days in quarantine when landing in The Embassy Isle, all of July was spend on quarentine and was recently able to get into Aurora by the last days of that month. And so she would be able to stay for august, september and if all went well, perhaps until new year if the stars allign in her favour of course.
But now let's get to the present, she was dressed with the same yukata that she bought two years ago which was always confortable to wear. Her eyes were locked on what her wife's friend and renowed chef Hiromi Hongo was taking out of her cooling rack and it didn't dissapoint, some nice mini pies that seemed delicious, they would certainly sell nice and considering her reputation from being one of the chefs of the Kitan, it might help the mouth to mouth publicity for her bakery.
As soon as she told them to try it, Tess, not wasting the opportunity joined as well on tasting a piece of the pie to find it delicious. It was worth the wait certainly.
"It's delicious!" She exclaimed before getting back to eat it before continue. "If this is the experimental recipe, then I can't wait for the defenitive one!" The Mervayan grinned at her.
Eduard De La Mercant
Port Tsubaki, Animalpolis
Finally after a few months of work, here he was, AHSCA. The entire travel was worth the wait, he really needed these vacations after having working for too long and considering how he was dressed, one could say he wasn't a doctor which were the ones that had a lot of work, Lieutenant Colonel Eduard De La Mercant from the Royal Marines of Mervay. He had been in the military ever since 12 years ago and his rank came for the time he has been in the military, he has seen action thanks to his abilities and the fact he was assigned or rather, joined in, an special unit from the Marine Corps and the Mervay Royal Navy. Thankfully tho, the massive events were little to count and most of his time in that was focused on training since there hasn't been a war around Mervay or it's surrundings for quite a long time maybe since 40 to 50 years. Of course, better be ready for if it happens.
As soon as Mr. De La Mercant landed in Animalpolis he would find himself with quite the amount of people around, after having all his stuff checked and that included showing his ceremonial sword; he found surprising the amount of Astarian tourists, which would be normal on times like this since we were in middle of the festivities and many people came for them but; the reason it was surprising was the fact that... They were all soldiers. It seemed like if all military personnel from their base at Islas Malditas or a mix of civilians and military personnel from those islands. It certainly was a surprise, and not that he did cared, everyone was free to do what they wanted and he wouldn't mind, but still; it was a surprise for sure. More considering most of the world is still recovering from the virus.
While wandering around the village, the Lt Colonel noticed the warm and charm of the island and the most populous city in all the nation from what he could read on his way here, no wonder why so many Mervayans come to the islands in general, they had a special charm that few places are able to pull off. But tourism will have to wait; first, find a place where to stay and then explore the island.
Kyrenaia wrote:Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Twin Palms Shop.
Oh, the business was booming! And how much it was booming!
My, it was lucky for them, I thought, as we came to a stop in front of the shop, Aldhiyb staying outside, sitting on his haunches like a silent guardian. Dad and Yasmin, who were here for the first time, were smitten right away.
It was a lovely shop, too.
They would be closing early, but that was no problem: No doubt they wanted to enjoy the festival, too, so I could hardly blame them.
The co-owner greeted us as we entered and with a smile, I heard, that she recognized me. And she saw, that I brought people with me.
"Thank you, it's good to be back.", I said, grinning, then casting the limelight onto Yasmin, "Well, I was actually not looking for something for me..." Although I would happily take something if or when I saw something. "...but for her. A yukata, in particular."
"Yes, that'd be lovely.", Yasmin said and smiled.
"Meanwhile, if the Ladies will excuse me...", Dad said and smiled, "I'll think I'll just browse until my opinion is required."
Yasmin and I nodded.
Aonas Folracht of the Tribe of Wicklow.
Port of Kino, Corona Island.
Of course, a young man with a horse would draw a lot of attention in a country, where horses weren't really seen often, I had known that, and I would not complain. Asalcloig was used to being in dense crowds as well, so there weren't any problems - besides, I had a calming hand on his necks, which he felt as calming.
When the young woman approached, I beamed with pride at her compliment about that stubborn giant next to me.
At her question, I smiled: "Thank you. Asalcloig is very strong and kind, even for a Móinteán, though I do have to clean him up a bit." I let a beat pass. "I am here to ride a bit along the beaches and to visit a friend. Her name is Ayla."
I knew, that there were no last names around here, but I hoped, that I could get a pointer into her general direction without dropping, that I was looking for the local Island Chief.
I didn't even notice the other horseman, let alone ask myself about who he was.
Greater Orcadia wrote:Kyrk put his arm around Sojourner, gave her a passionate kiss
"we're here babe" he says, sofly as they reached down to pick up their luggage whilst the pilot gently threaded the Catalina towards the shoreline and a slipway, normally used to put small boats in the water, as he did so the planes wheeled undercarriage was also lowered to allow it to leave the water and become landborne for a few hours.
"I think I spotted our villa too" commented Sojourner, aka Jo
"well lets get ourselves checked in and sorted" replied Kyrksen, before exchanging details with the co-pilot so he can email him the video footage later whilst the pilot went through the post flight checks.
by Astares Amauricanum » Tue Sep 08, 2020 12:00 pm
by Kyrenaia » Tue Sep 08, 2020 2:12 pm
AHSCA wrote:[...]
Twin Palms Shop
"Ah a yukata is what you're in the market for huh? Come to the right place. Kumiko! You have a client!" She called for her partner. "Nobody will get you fitted best like her, it helps she always wears them."
Kumiko emerged from the back setting down a box that she was ready to put out but it would wait. "Excellent, come for a fitting? I can take care of that. We have plenty ready made ones but if there's something else you'd like I can have one ordered for you, chances are it wouldn't be more than a day. Trust me my favorite seamstress has been pulling overtime on it. But come maybe see what you like, I can get you measured and fitted for one."
Aya nodded in agreement for Kumiko and as well as Aurelia's father who decided to brows on his own. "Let me know if I can help you." While he did that and Kumiko took care of Yasmin, "Now first is first, let's pick out some patterns and colors you might like. Plenty of nice looking ones, unique colors and patterns. Some find the longer more formal ones a bit cumbersome so I can customize a shorter one that leaves your knees exposed and functions a bit more like a dress. " she waited for Yasmin's feedback.
Kino
"Ayla huh?" She pondered a minute she didn't recall anyone else by that name except for one, "By chance you mean, The Chief?" She went wide eyed "You know The Chief? Wow that's so incredible! Ooh how I envy you good. Chief is Chief well I mean that she's kind, warm and a firm solid Chief. She's also known to be a bit shy. I think because of her height but if you ask me, she's blessed with such height to command such a presence of her people, that's why everyone respects her. Well her Residence is down the road but last I heard she was wandering the streets a bit so hang here maybe she'll find us given the commotion you've stirred up."
indeed a few more had gathered to really take in the sight of the man and his trusty companion who had arrived. But a police officers whistle started to disperse the crowd "Come folks, let's not block the paths and allow people to walk" She ushered. "Oh good day, sir. And Kuko."
"Bero." the two ladies indeed knew each other
"He's here to see The Chief."
"Chief Ayla huh? Last I saw her was near the Center Square. But what does this strange man have with the Chief? Unusual for our leader to have a foreign court with a guest, that is usually reserved for The Duchess."
"Ah come off it. If this guy was some crazy guy, The Chief could easily handle him."
"Mmm maybe so but I also have to be concerned for the safety of everyone else in town."
"He made it to port did he not? Then he would have easily passed any checks."
"Mmm very well. Tell you what, the three of us will find The Chief together. That way if he does something foolish and lives to tell about it, you an him can be mates on nigra insulo."
That did make Kuko swallow a bit hard but she agreed "All right, then I stake my reputation on it."
"You don't have a reputation. Very well, come along." she led them along to the town center. As promised Ayla was indeed there. Admiring the statue of her former husband as she often did. Giving it a bit of a polish on her own, "Ahem. Milady Chief."
Ayla turned about her face lit up seeing Aonas. "Aonas! You made it!"
"So you do know this man, Chief?"
"I do indeed. We met last December and well it's a long story after that."
"Then please excuse me, sir" Bero removed her cap and apologized.
[...]
by Greater Orcadia » Tue Sep 08, 2020 3:20 pm
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Tue Sep 08, 2020 6:26 pm
by Lux Pulchrae » Wed Sep 09, 2020 3:27 am
by Mervay » Wed Sep 09, 2020 8:58 am
AHSCA wrote:Aurora
Hiromi squeed with delight "I'm so glad you both enjoy them. I really worked long and hard to get this right. If I'm gonna be successful, I really gotta stand out from the Kitan."
"I bet you're gonna do great. People loved your dishes and especially deserts there. We do miss you a lot, Hiromi."
"I miss everyone there too, especially the Manager."
"Oh my, my ears are burning." The voice of said woman they spoke of had just entered. The tall lovely Spiorad fox woman who ran the prestigious resort. "Oh, manager!"
"Good day everyone, good day. " She came and sat down at a table "Manager please try one of my newest recipes."
She took her bites "Hiromi you still have your magic touch. I know you're going to do great, I'm already trying to send a little business your way."
"Oh really, you're so kind, you don't have to."
"Come now, being cutthroat is for pirates." She turned her attention over to Tess and Satou. "Oh and Miss Dileva, how nice it is to see you again. Enjoying your time on the islands? Hope your journey here was all right. And you, Satou, you ran out in such a hurry the other day you forgot your wages." Reaching into the pocket of her kimono, she pulled out an envelope containing Satou's pay. "Oh my how silly of me."
"Can't very well enjoy the festival with empty pockets, now can you?"
"So manager, your older and wiser," Hiromi chatted serving up tea for everyone "Do you think we're going to have a really wet rainy season?"
"My dear if I could predict the weather like you think I could, I'd probably be working for The Duchess and her weather department. I know as much as what everyone else knows." Well maybe she had a few inklings but really who could say in this day and age.
"You did predict we wouldn't see any hurricanes and you were right."
"Mostly right, one did pass over Animalpolis."
"As a minor storm in the end."
"Well it was again a lucky guess. Maybe other Spiorads out there have better sense of the weather but I'm not one. I could tell you plenty of stories of things I thought I knew but was wrong on but no need to hear the dull stories of me, I really want to hear how Miss Dileva is doing. Or should I say Missus now that you've tied the not with dear Satou here. "
Tsubaki
The big bustling port had no shortage of places to nestle down for a stay in. Some rather big inns too at varying rates but a good deal were already full but one still had vacancies for wayward travelers who weren't able to reserve well in advance or were first timers and didn't know much about the islands.
A young girl stood on the side ringing a bell to call and announce space at their inn "space, we got rooms! We got rooms! Rates at 1120 a night! Free public baths, meals included."
by Cartoonia » Wed Sep 09, 2020 9:19 am
AHSCA wrote:Of course the ship was able to dock no issue, passengers that disembarked were inspected, had documents stamped with approval and were given the standard polite greetings of "Welcome to the islands, we hope you enjoy your stay."
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by AHSCA » Wed Sep 09, 2020 10:50 am
Astares Amauricanum wrote:Joel Miller
Kino, Corona
Indeed, we saw the little hut, and the child handwriting just begged us to visit it, so that's what we did.
As we enter, a young, and I would dare say handsome young woman, appears behind the counter.
"Hello Miss." I try to say with my most charming smile. "I'm Joel Miller, this is my daughter Sarah, my brother Tommy and his wife Maria." I add as I show them, before they also say Hello. "We are Astarians working on the Islas Malditas, and this is our first time here. So since we don't know much about here, could you please help us with our shopping selection, give us a few pointers?
-Just to tell you, anything you have interests us." adds my brother with a smile of his own.
Staff Sergeant Abigail "Abby" Anderson
Port Aya, Hoshino
"A table if you have one please. And before we order anything, could you please bring us two glasses of a local beer if you have any?" asks Abby with a smile to the waitress.
Kyrenaia wrote:Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Twin Palms Shop.
Kumiko appeared again, appraising Yasmin and making us aware of her offers - including a shorter Yukata, which left the knees open when compared to the longer and more cumbersome one. I knew, how cumbersome one of these dresses could be, but Yasmin...
"I'd take a long, traditional one.", she said as we followed the seamstress, leaving Dad to his fate.
"Thank you, I might come back to you on that one.", I heard him say to Aya.
And we were off.
Yasmin had a clear image in mind: She wanted, as she told Kumiko, something to bring out her eyes, so maybe something in a deep red? And while she was not against showing off her curves, she wanted a dress, that only hinted at them, leaving enough to the imagination and allure...
Aonas Folracht of the Tribe of Wicklow.
Port of Kino, Corona Island.
The commotion, as it turned out, attracted the attention of a guardswoman, Bero, as it turned out - the surprise of being under scrutiny of the City Guard nearly overrode my relief at not needing to drop, that the Ayla I was looking for was the local Chief.
A fact, which Kuko pointed out quickly.
As I bowed my head to the guardswoman in respect and politely returned her greeting, the two conversed, including the suspicion of me being cra-cra. If I were, I was quite sure, that Ayla would have a hard time with me - but I wasn't, so while the suspicion smarted, I tried to think rational.
Of course they would look out for their Chief, much like we looked out for our Elders.
We went to look for Ayla together, though, found her at the foot of a large statue, where she immediately identified me - Bero was flustered, but so was I.
Ayla was... maybe more beautiful then I remembered.
I had a hard time turning my eye away from her and onto Bero, bowing my head.
"No need to apologize, Milady Guardswoman. You were just doing your duty.", I said and rose, then turned back to Ayla, smiled. "So... considering I was suspected of having bad intentions with you, I'd rather ask: May I hug you, Ayla?"
I opened my arms wide.
Nela, Prinzessin von Zieselhaven und Elms.
Port Aya, Hoshino.
Someone wanted to impress my best friend.
That someone was Isbert, Fürst von Biberbach, a small, rich nation close to our homeland of Teressien, a charming, good-looking man, who's idea of a courtship present was a ninety meter long yacht. I had the feeling, that he was really head over heels and that this would not be the last of the things Rena would have to show... the horsewoman, currently working on her Doctor Thesis for Equestrian Medicine, had no idea how to deal with this, though.
This was, where I came in and my recommendation had been simple: A maiden voyage for the Wellenreiter. And here we were, in Port Aya, Hoshino, United Island States of AHSCA.
We had docked during the night, the two of us sleeping soundly in our bedrooms - Rena in the Master Suite, I in one of the guest suites - and now... with the Festival of Holy Light today, it was a beautiful day, the streets were bustling and two Teressian Tourists, even Princesses, would most likely pass unnoticed to but the keenest of eyes.
Rena had short, red hair, a sporty built (in other words, she was muscular, but flat as a board) and had pleasant, brown eyes. She had swapped lance and leather armour for a white, sleeveless sun dress with a sun hat made of straw, a pair of sunglasses making her look like the tourist she was. A small handbag held papers, which we had needed at customs, her wallet, the small ACS-3 Handgun, which we both had for self-defense, and a few other things. Under her sun dress, I knew, she wore a red and white tankini with golden highlights, which emphasized her few curves.
I, on the other hand, was, shall we say... better equipped, if you catch my meaning, busty, and with long, luxurious, violet hair, which was held a bit in check by a black, iron tiara. As the laterborn Princess, of a Herzogtum, where women in leadership positions were scoffed at, I had a few liberties, which also extended to the way I presented myself: I wore a pair of black hot pants and a tank top with a halterneck and a generous cleavage in the same colour, a pair of strappy heels being more like sandals in that they showed off the majority of my feet, thin straps wrapped around my ankles. I also carried a handbag, filled with largely the same things as Rena's, though I also had two swimsuits with me, one a one-piece, which one might as well also buy in a lingerie store, the other a purple bikini with sarong for a more public outing. Sunglasses were pushed up into my hair, violet eyes looking at everything around us.
Aurelia had been right, the lands of her girlfriend were beautiful.
Aya was quaint, especially when compared to a bustling industrial metropolis like Zieselhaven, and quite pretty. Tabby's Point, the mountain overlooking the island, reminded me a bit of home, though the mountains were a bit further away. I knew a bit about the history of this place, too, the Tragedy of Chief Mako.
If Isbert would come to love Rena with similar intensity?
"So...", said redhead tore me out of my thoughts, "Where to first?"
I thought for a moment. "How about breakfast?"
"But we already had breakfast.", Rena complained.
"We had first breakfast.", I corrected, then smiled, "What about second breakfast?"
"And Elevenses and Luncheon and how they're all called?", Rena countered with a good natured grin, glancing at my ample chest: "Now I know, how those two got so large - the fat had to go somewhere!"
I laughed.
"Fun aside, though...", Rena said and smiled, "...a little snack might not be too bad."
We started looking around - what would we find? A stall selling something to eat? Or a stall with something more interesting?
Greater Orcadia wrote:Kyrksen and Sojourner were expecting to be greeted on land as the Catalina, being amphibious has the ability to land on water, on land or transition between the two and the pilot was planning to come up a shallow slipway to disembark his passengers, however they came by on a launch. The only thing is, where the police officers need to come aboard is right where the propeller disc is as such the pilot gestures to the slipway where he then allows the police officers to process the papers of the passengers, being chopped up by the propellers would not be good, not for the planes propellers or the 2 police officers.
Once ashore and the propellers have stopped turning, the pilot and co pilot allow the police officers to come aboard to process the the documents.
Kyrksen hands the papers over,
"Good morning" he says with a smile, his arm around Sojourner who also hands the officer her papers.
Once papers checked, they climb down from the Catalina onto the ground, after which Kyrk takes a few photos of the Catalina sat on the hard standing, in a few hours it will be taking off again to fly back to where it came from.
Sojourner gives the officer a smile, "having a good morning?" she asks, with a smile.
Salt, sea, and vomit.
Those were the three things that I had smelled for the past week, but now I was off the ship and free as a bird.
Well, nearly. Still had customs to deal with. But that should be no issue.
I was...hm. Is 'dressed to impress' the right term here, when one is wearing the uniform of an international pariah state? To be precise, the uniform of the Syrian Arab Army?
Technically, I wasn't even Syrian. My distant ancestors hailed from the same region, but we had been, more or less, genetically Prussian-Polish for the better part of a few centuries. I could still swear in Syriac and Greek, sure, but it wasn't the same, was it?
Hopefully, this land would be less...judgemental, and more willing to hear me out. I knew of the SAA's portrayal in the west, and while not entirely undeserved, I had personally never taken part in any...distateful actions.
Unless they were against a...very certain group of jihadists, but that's another story and I don't feel like telling it right now. Another time, perhaps.
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. I was here to unwind a little, away from both family and war. Not dwell on my past actions.
I fixed my garrison-cap upon my head, and approached customs. I handed over a bunch of documentation, among them my Syrian passport.
"Otulissa von Sarmaten." I stated. "I wish to declare one M1911 pistol, and 28 rounds of .45 ACP ammuniton."
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Eanswythe Thornton
Aurora, Aurora Island
Good god, I hated ships.
No, not literary ships, although those are bad too. I mean the tin cans meant for shunting men and material from A to B over area C given that C was a body of water. I spent most of the journey holed up in a bunk and trying not to puke.
Still, I had arrived in AHSCA. Here's hoping it would be enough.
It certainly would be enough for Alice, though. That madwoman loved ships, and had wanted to visit AHSCA for some god-forsaken reason, and somehow she had convinced me to join along.
Who's Alice? Ah, yes, time for context.
I am Eanswythe Thornton, as indicated by the little text up at the top, but for brevity's sake, please call me Eileen. You probably couldn't pronounce my proper name anyway. I was here with my friend, Alice Lipka.
We were both dressed in the dull-green uniform of our boarding school- Warsaw Royal Artillery. It's not a bad uniform; it's suprisingly comfy, but still, skirt could be longer, and the bayonets...well, they could have at least given us proper scabbards that covered the entirety of our bayonets. As it was, our leather "scabbards" were basically just the equivalent of one of those cupholders with empty bottoms, but for a blade that wasn't entirely ceremonial.
Now...for Alice. The tales I could tell you of Alice and her insanity could fill an entire novel, so I'll leave them for another time. Just know that she once got us kicked out of a tankery competition in the Free Lands by trying to smuggle in a live semi-automatic grenade launcher. To cook potatoes.
As we descended the gangplank of our ship, I wondered how we looked. Alice, for her part, was slouching a bit, and was grinning like a maniac. I probably looked too serious, but it was my job. I ran half-a-dozen T-72s, and goofing off wasn't going to make our rivals at Konigsberg Military School, Warsaw Royal Infantry, or Gdansk Naval Academy shut up.
My train of thought was interrupted by shouting from Alice.
"We've made it, Eileen!" she said, after we got onto dry land. She set down her travelling-case for a bit. "This is it!"
"Yeah..." I said, setting my own case down. "Now what?"
Alice shrugged. "Drop our shit off at an inn. We'll figure it out from there, aye?"
"...We're done for. Absolutely done for."
"Oh, come off it. Going places with no clue where we're headed is half the fun, innit?"
I rolled my eyes as we picked our cases back up, and continued on our merry way. The sun was shining, it was hot outside, we were in a tropical nation, and I was with Alice.
Sure, we were probably metaphorically screwed, but still. Good weather, from what I'd seen, and a good place, from the 5 minutes I've been in it so far, with a good friend. Life couldn't get better.
With that in mind, we linked arms, and headed inland.
Two girls, both in green uniforms, approached the customs officer, with their arms linked and carrying leather travelling-cases, as well as rucksacks. The older of the two had her face set in neutral and seemed to almost goose-step as she walked, while the other seemed more bubbly and cheerful, constantly craning her neck to catch a glimpse of the port.
At last, the two girls came to the booth. "Eanswythe Thornton." stated the older girl, setting passport down. "One bayonet.
"G'day!" greeted the younger, handing over her own papers. "Alice Lipka, one bayonet to declare."
The customs officers would notice an odd thing. Both girls wore the same uniforms, both of their visas identified them as Prussian-Poles...
But Alice Lipka had handed over an American passport.
Otulissa von Sarmaten
Salt, sea, and vomit.
Those were the three things that I had smelled for the past week, but now I was off the ship and free as a bird.
Well, nearly. Still had customs to deal with. But that should be no issue.
I was...hm. Is 'dressed to impress' the right term here, when one is wearing the uniform of an international pariah state? To be precise, the uniform of the Syrian Arab Army?
Technically, I wasn't even Syrian. My distant ancestors hailed from the same region, but we had been, more or less, genetically Prussian-Polish for the better part of a few centuries. I could still swear in Syriac and Greek, sure, but it wasn't the same, was it?
Hopefully, this land would be less...judgemental, and more willing to hear me out. I knew of the SAA's portrayal in the west, and while not entirely undeserved, I had personally never taken part in any...distateful actions.
Unless they were against a...very certain group of jihadists, but that's another story and I don't feel like telling it right now. Another time, perhaps.
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. I was here to unwind a little, away from both family and war. Not dwell on my past actions.
I fixed my garrison-cap upon my head, and approached customs. I handed over a bunch of documentation, among them my Syrian passport.
"Otulissa von Sarmaten." I stated. "I wish to declare one M1911 pistol, and 28 rounds of .45 ACP ammuniton."
Lux Pulchrae wrote:Present. Aurora Island.
"I can't believe I actually came with you." Felipe said as they made it past customs. He was only met with his sister's smile. "So, what's on the itinerary?" He put on his sunglasses, completing his tropical look white tank top, grey sunhat and shorts. Letizia similarly wore a white blouse and grey shorts.
"Oh, we'll think of something."
"We? What do you mean 'we'? You telling me this whole thing is on the spot?"
"No no. Not really. I did some research. There's at least one place we can anchor down before we start exploring."
"Lead the way." Felipe. They soon headed to the Kitan.
"I'll do the English speaking." she said. Heading towards the inn, they took in the sights as they went by. When they arrived, they approached reception hoping it wasn't too full, but being a festival that's doubtful. "Hello, are you people full for today? We'd like a room.
Mervay wrote:Tess Dileva
Aurora Village
And Hiromi was gonna do great for sure, there was no doubt about that she will stand out greatly without problem.
"That's gonna be assured, your reputation will help you out to stand out and from that on your delicious food will do the rest." Tess smiled at Hiromi while reassuring what her wife said. Of course she stepped back to the let the two friends talk about her leaving the Kitan and how everyone missed the chef and how she missed them, especially Ma'am Kinoshita; which speaking of rome; she had just appeared.
She noticed the girls surprised about Ma'am Kinoshita appearing out of nowhere and the Mervayan had to admit she was surprised too because of the timing. But that didn't mean to not smile and greet her since she was always friendly with her wife and her, alongside the respect she had for the woman making the most prestigious high-end resort in all the islands.
"Ohh, Ma'am Kinoshita good morning too." Tess greeted her with a warm grin while she noticed Hiromi handing her a piece of pie to taste. Which she seemed to love and even offered the chef a nice business that would help her.
Then she got her focus on Satou and Tess, asking the latter if she was having fun ever since she was back in the islands and how was her travel. But before she could answer, Tsubasa handed over her wife her wages thanks to getting off pretty quickly the other day.
After that Hiromi served tea for everyone while asking the animal spirit about the weather and if there was gonna be another storm like those of the last two years around the festival, one ending with an hurricane included to which she replied that it was mostly luck in the end as she knew as much as everyone else; even considering the fact she's from a species that pretty much is immortal.
However then her focus was focused on Tess and adding the fact that she was now a married woman, which of course made her blush as she's still happy of being reminded about the wedding.
"I'm great, thank you for asking. I have been here for a month for now and I plan on staying what remains of the year with my wife albeit; the only difficult thing was back in July when I had to make quarantine for almost the entire month combined between leaving Mervay and then leaving The Embassy Isle..." And it was the only bad thing of all her travel thankfully, so nothing to worry there. "Out of that, I have been enjoying the islands and being with my wife, having a long distance relationship can be difficult..."
Eduard De La Mercant
Port Tsubaki, Animalpolis
And thankfully, the goddesses of this nation provided. Just as he was walking down the bustling port; the soldier could hear a young girl advertising a nice Inn to rest seeing it was all inclusive for the price that she was telling.
Luck was by his side it seemed and considering that it was a matter of time before someone else took the offer, he had to ask at least about the Inn.
"Excuse me young lady." He approached curiously to ask. "May I ask where is that Inn you're telling??"
Cartoonia wrote:After disembarking from the ship, Erza and Jellal went to exchange some of their currency for Island Credits, well Erza anyway. Jellal being a frequent visitor to these islands on days off, he has plenty of Island credits. Both would have a total of Ѥ 1,000.
“Is that really how far our currency goes here?”
“Amazing isn’t it”.
“It is amazing. So Jellal, where are we staying?”
“I know this great place not far from the village. Whenever I visit the islands on my holidays off, I check into this inn often. I am a frequent customer there whenever I can”.
“That’s amazing, what is this place called?”
“They call it the Kitan Inn, very popular around these parts. Just a small walk from the port too”.
“Well then, lead the way Jellal” Erza says chipperly. And the two of them head off to the beautiful Kitan Inn. Meanwhile on the same port, Jay Sherman exchanges his money for a whopping Ѥ 750.
“At last! A vacation in the United Island States! Now what to do. I could go find an inn to stay at, but it’s not like I’m in a rush”.
‘hey, hey’ his stomach says to him (though it is mostly in his imagination), ‘How about filling me up with those tropical goodies. I haven’t eaten in 10 minutes’.
“That my friend can be arranged” He says to himself as he heads off to Aurora Village, going to one of the local bars to dine.
by Danceria » Wed Sep 09, 2020 11:50 am
AHSCA wrote:Corona's Great Temple was less of a singular temple structure like it's neighbors and more a complex of several buildings in this case. It'd be easy to see it as a singular building given it was the tallest structure in Kino and probably the island, that included The Chief's own residence. The people here value their faith and religion almost above all else. But it was open, doors opened to visitors to enter. The interior was quite spacious indeed, again not as elaborate as its neighbors but no less nice. Books, mats, tables and chairs lined the first building. Straight on through the center was another open door that would lead out to the garden, should he so choose. In the meanwhile the attending Priestess of the lobby greeted him. She was fairly petite, dark skinned long dark brown hair tied back in a long nice ponytail. One could mistake her for a young child were it not for her proportions in the middle. Her Priestess robe was a sleeveless variety but still bore the traits of your average Priestess here. "Welcome, sir" She greeted him. The influx of people had trickled down so he was the first new arrival in a while and it was pretty apparent he wasn't Coronan at least.
Kyrenaia wrote:Elin Blaidd, of Tralee Descent.
Port Aurora, Ferry Port.
"Miss Elin! Hey!", a familiar voice called out.
Both Branwen and I turned, a smile forming on my lips.
"Theomer, hi.", I said as soon as he was close enough, "How often have I asked you to call me Elin?"
I contemplated for a moment to give him a quick hug, but my sister quickly dashed that thought: "Who's he, sis?"
"Oh, right, you don't know each other!", I said and smiled, "Theomer, my little sister Branwen. Branwen, a fellow student of mine at the UoL and a friend, Theomer Eorlmyn."
"Pleasure to meet you, Theomer.", Branwen said and bowed her head lightly, as it was custom with the Selkie. "Though Elin is my older sister only by a few minutes."
"But I still am!", I said with a teasing smile and pecked my sister on the cheek, "My little puppy."
by AHSCA » Wed Sep 09, 2020 12:01 pm
Danceria wrote:The silver-grey man bowed low. “I thank you for the welcome. I am here to give devotion to the Goddesses and Yue, and to serve those whom they watch over.”
It was straight to the point-for a Dancerian proverb said that “the wholeness of piety is half service to the Gods, and half service to others”. The incognito king intended to become most pious indeed, and perhaps pick some of the more scholarly of the clergy in the nature of rulership, manhood, and service.
“I offer nothing but what I carry, and the hands to help.”
by Astares Amauricanum » Wed Sep 09, 2020 1:19 pm
by Kyrenaia » Wed Sep 09, 2020 3:28 pm
AHSCA wrote:[...]
Twin Palms Shop
"You got it!" Kumiko agreed noting to go for a full style, again showing the ones they had up on display. "These are display but if you like them enough I can take it down and sell it to you at reduced price." Yasmin informed her what she was looking for "Mmmm I think I have something you'd like, say like what I'm wearing right now? I'd say this color would look great on you if you feel red is your choice. It would bring out your eyes and contrast great with your hair. I have one ready in stock if you'd like to try it on, just follow me to the back."
With Kumiko taking care of Yasmin, Aya assisting customers it'd give a chance for Aurelia and her father to look around. Plenty of good things again this year, some new treats this time from Mervay and a few still left over from Kyrenaia. Who should enter the shop but Reina Kumiko's now wife. Dolled up and cute looking a bit timid looking but she was came to also buy a few things for herself and her now stepdaughter before stopping by to pick her up from their home and of course say hello to Kumiko. As crowds moved about in the little store she did find herself in proximity of them "Busy day isn't it?" She politely made small talk.
Port Kino
"Yes, I do appreciate you being mindful of everyone and everything Officer. Be at ease and keep up your good work." Ayla praised her. That made Kuko hold her cheeks and sigh "Man the Chief is so cool"
"Haha glad to have an admirer. It's good to see you again Aonas, a hug would be lovely" she embraced him with that. "Friendly person aint he." Kuko muttered then whispered, Hey Bero, you think The Chief has found herself a new squeeze?" Bero could only shrug but if that were the case she certainly wanted to give them time to themselves.
"Well. My Chief, I bid you good day and to you sir, welcome again to Corona, please enjoy your stay with us. Come on Kuko, you can buy me lunch."
"Huh, wait why meee? Heya your horse is still a real pretty sight, I'd like to talk again later if you aint too busy with The Chief. Uh Lady Chief, good day and good festival." She nodded and ran after her police officer companion.
Ayla giggled a bit waving them off "I'm really thrilled you could make it all the way here. I know it couldn't have been an easy trip, especially with this fine fellow." She gently reached out to pat the horse's glossy coat. Not usual we get people here with their animals, unless they're traders from smaller nearby places. But can't say I mind."
Port Aya, Hoshino
The group of Teressian Tourists landed nice and sound on Hoshino and of course could take in the sights of Port Aya. A bit like Kino, the town center had a statue dedicated to its two heroes of the war, Masako and Aya. Unlike poor Kino they did live to tell the tale but Aya died some time later during a hurricane and Masako passed along the title to his younger brother afterword. But besides that, the little sunhat that poor little Kaori had been chasing down the busy streets rolled up to their feet. "Misteerrr Haaaat" the little girl came running up stopping to catch her breath. It was her favorite hat after all, she really wanted to catch it before it blew off to sea or something like that.
[...]
Danceria wrote:[...]Theomer Eorlmyn, Student, Wanderer, and Prince to Be
Ferry Port, Aurora
CURRENT FORECAST: Humid and solitaryKyrenaia wrote:Elin Blaidd, of Tralee Descent.
Port Aurora, Ferry Port.
"Miss Elin! Hey!", a familiar voice called out.
Both Branwen and I turned, a smile forming on my lips.
"Theomer, hi.", I said as soon as he was close enough, "How often have I asked you to call me Elin?"
I contemplated for a moment to give him a quick hug, but my sister quickly dashed that thought: "Who's he, sis?"
"Oh, right, you don't know each other!", I said and smiled, "Theomer, my little sister Branwen. Branwen, a fellow student of mine at the UoL and a friend, Theomer Eorlmyn."
"Pleasure to meet you, Theomer.", Branwen said and bowed her head lightly, as it was custom with the Selkie. "Though Elin is my older sister only by a few minutes."
"But I still am!", I said with a teasing smile and pecked my sister on the cheek, "My little puppy."
Returning the bow, he still continued to treat the Spioraid with deferment. Not as much as when they first met, certainly, but Elinn would realize by now that Theomer came from a place of quiet, nose to the grindstone farmhands. Which meant they worked hard, but knew when to celebrate harder, thankfully this was the latter time. For once the bow was returned, Theomer cracked a big grin a Elinn embraced her younger-by-a-hair sister, reminding him of the familial antics of his home. “Well, Ah decided to take ya up on visitin’ AHSCA.” Theomer continued, allowing his more ruralite dialect to seep through, “Hafta say, gorgeous beaches-if a lil’ crowded. So…” he smiled and relaxed, beginning to gradually move himself closer towards the pair. Not to insinuate anything, but to show to himself and others that they were a group. He certainly didn’t know his way around the Isles, so he would either have to rely upon the kindness of strangers or his fellow student. “...Ya came here ta’ find yer Muse, Miz Branwen?” Elinn, like any good sister talked about her “little puppy” and her accomplishments, specifically in the realms of science fiction writing. A woman who looked-and Theomer continued to remind himself, merely looked-around his age having two books under her belt was indeed an accomplishment, and it seemed like she enjoyed it.
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