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Enth Arth
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Ex-Nation

Postby Enth Arth » Wed Dec 09, 2020 2:02 pm

As the shuttle arrived at the airport, they then unloaded the shuttle cargo and loaded their luggage into the bus. The first person to get into the bus from that group was Jakob, the Free Ravensburg teenager, who was soon followed by Vulna, the maid.

The next person to get on the bus was a fowlfolk chef, named Raventh. He was dressed in a maroon suit, with a black undershirt, trousers, and flats. On his head, he wore his feathers slicked back, and split down the middle. He resembled that of a common American raven, with his dark grey beak and dark cyan eyes breaking the complete dark face. His legs, although covered by his trousers, were leathery and charcoal.

The person behind him was a young vulpinefolk servant, who went by the name of Vulpeca. He was dressed in a black dress-vest and dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a plaid ivy cap. He was the adopted son of Vulna, and helped wherever he could. He had a burgundy coat of fur, with maroon socks, underside, and tips on his tail and ears. His eyes were ocean teal, and his right eye blinded from a childhood accident.

A marifolk gardener followed him shortly after, going by Marlint. He had aquamarine blubber and patches of turquoise scales. His dorsal fin restricted him of completely dressing, so he had special overalls made just for him. His snout was bottle-nosed, and had aquamarine eyes.

After Marlint came another fowlfolk, named Derith. Derith was the palace physician, and he wore a basic grey suit and slate bowler hat. He was mainly blue-feathered, with some navy accents. His eyes were hetero-chromatic, having his left eye was a cyan-teal color, and his right an aqua-turquoise. He resembled a hyacinth macaw.

A zebracfolk, named Zethan, got on after him. She wore a pale blue mermaid v-neck dress, with a beaded crest of her tribe, and had custom hoof shoes made for her, since they broke off a long time ago. Her black mane was braided until it met her dress. Her eyes were a pale teal. She worked as a seamstress at the palace, and her dress was handmade by her and for her.

Following her was a giant of a lizardfolk, Raptol, who worked as a horse caretaker. He was covered in black scales, except for his front, which was a mix between dark red, maroon, and burgundy. He wore a cyan short sleeved dress shirt, a pair of roughened-up khaki trousers, and a pair of sandals. Although he was big for his people, he had a heart as gentle as a dove. He couldn't harm a fly.

The Royal and First families each chose their servants from the streets, offering them a better life. They treated them as if they were their own children. The newest of their servants, Vulpeca, was found 4 years ago in an alleyway in Norias, covering his right eye to keep it from bleeding. They took him in, and let Derith heal his eye. After that, they let Vulna adopt the kit when they found out that he was an orphan.
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Voxija
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Founded: Jan 17, 2019
Civil Rights Lovefest

Postby Voxija » Wed Dec 09, 2020 2:35 pm

9:45-ish, the airport

Azur Deutschland wrote:"""Wenn vor uns ein feindliches Heer dann erscheint, Wird Vollgas gegeben und ran an den Feind! Was gilt denn unser Leben für unsres Reiches Heer? Ja Reiches Heer. Für Deutschland zu sterben ist uns höchste Ehr."""

The trio of German girls continued to march and sing until they started to see some more familiar faces. In fact, one of the guests from the previous party, the Western Fardelshufflestein Halloween Shindig, took notice of them.

"Hello again! Sylvia Dellamorte, Julienne Dellamorte. You might remember me as Tori from the Halloween party. And who's this lady with you?"

Once prompted with a conversation, the twins smiled and their song and march died down so that they could talk.

"Ah, um, hello... Tori? I guess it wouldn't be right to call you that as of now, huh? I remember that your name was Etor, correct?" Sylvia said with a smile.

Julienne started to speak directly after. "It's nice to meet you again. Um... heh, sorry if this sounds rude, but it's a little... weird to see you as a man, heh. I think it's because we didn't get to interact much until after what had happened to you..."

"Mhm." Sylvia then started to introduce Perfecti. "This is our best friend from when the 666th Azurblaue Rozen was first created. Perfecti von Blitz."

Perfecti gave a courteous smile before doing a light bow. "Oberst Perfecti von Blitz. A pleasure to meet you... Etor, I assume I should call you, correct? From the stories my friends have told me, I really don't think calling you Tori would fit with this current visage."


Etor replied to the Dellamorte sisters. They wanted to talk to him. Etor didn't remember much from the shindig at all, and he kind of worried that something... illicit had happened between Tori and the witch ladies, but it seemed that wasn't the case. "I know it's weird. It would be weird to me too. In fact, it is weird."

Etor Gurraniz smiled. "Yes, you may call me Etor now. I'm not Tori anymore." Etor's nerves were starting to die down, because he was among friends, even if they only knew him when he was a girl. But that wasn't the case for Bixenta Agirre, who was trying to maintain an air of serenity while still checking her watch every second or so.

"Oh! This is Bixenta Agirre, my predecessor as president of Voxija. She's a pretty nice lady, when she isn't nervous." Bixenta waved hi a bit, then tapped Etor's shoulder.

"Etor, it's a quarter till ten and we still don't know where the bus is." Bixenta smiled like a shark. "You do want to meet Ross, do you?"

Etor's nerves returned. "Sorry we can't chat more, friends. We gotta go. I hope we can talk more later in the day. There's a lot to discuss for us." Etor was disappointed that the Dellamorte sisters didn't show Bixenta their magic, and he wanted to know what the 666th Azurblaue Rosen was. But he had to run.

10 AM, the shuttle

Etor Gurraniz and Bixenta Agirre were completely okay with the soldiers. In fact, they eased Etor's nerves a little. After all, they were important dignitaries from foreign countries who might need to be protected from assassins or robbers. But at the same time, both Voxijans had the feeling that the soldiers weren't there to protect the presidents from other people, but to shoot the presidents if they tried making any sudden moves.

The landscape looked eerily like Voxija. The presidents could believe that this was what Voxija would have wound up like, if their beloved country had taken a bad turn in her history. Maybe if the monarchy had been overthrown in a violent revolution, instead of the royal family peacefully abdicating. Or if a madman from another country came to Voxija and said "Hey. This should be my pad now." This worried the presidents very much. It was like the uncanny valley, where a robot that looks like a human is much creepier than a robot that doesn't.

The Voxijans sat next to the Azur Deutschland delegation, who of course had their weapons confiscated. Bixenta Agirre was calmer around them, although Etor could see a bit of wariness in her aura. The presidents were dressed for summer, because this was summer. Both Etor and Bixenta wore matching tank tops and knee-length shorts, looking like casual civilian tourists instead of national leaders. Bixenta worried about the liver spots growing increasingly visible on her arms, while Etor kind of wished he was wearing a skirt, a desire which worried the man quite a bit.

Etor wondered what sort of memories would come back when he saw Ross. Bixenta wondered if Ross was as cute as he appeared in his picture, although Bixenta had heard that Ross was with a nomadic warlord girl. Both leaders wondered what Ross was going to say to them. Probably a bog-standard declaration of how he was glad they were all here. We hope.
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Romextly
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Corporate Police State

Postby Romextly » Wed Dec 09, 2020 3:57 pm

The Emperor always had kept his two pistols near and on him in case of an emergentcy. He had multiple knives, which the guards let him keep. He nodded his appreciation to them and put them all in their hidden places again. They did the same to Hope, who only has a swiss knife. She quickly put it inside the compartments in her inner clothing, and walked on.

They followed Ross and the rest to a bus, where they could see soldiers. They quickly got in, The Emperor and Hope going near the back. Diego took out his knife and put in on his lap, lest something happen. He noticed Nick nearby and nodded, but did no other forms of communication to him. He looked out the window. There were a large amount of troops and it came to him that SoMac was in a war, and it was fighting on it's own land. The thought didn't scare him as he had been on the front line plenty. Many times with only 2 knives with a squad of enemy soldiers. But the weapons that SoMac had were interesting. Luckily, there was time for them to inspect the weapons. The placement of troops also made sense and he was was just looking at the window, and going on his phone to send a tweet every now and then. Hope just went to sleep. They were both sweating, but Diego less as he was used to such weather as he had been deployed to hot desert countries, but not tropical one.

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Kiu Ghesik
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Ex-Nation

Postby Kiu Ghesik » Wed Dec 09, 2020 5:11 pm

Patyu, nervous at the sight of so many odd-shaped weapons and admittedly quite menacing-looking guards, followed Khensu onto the bus with his head tucked down as far in his fur collar as it could go. He was already sweating obnoxiously in this horribly ill-suited clothing, and he was fairly certain he wouldn't get a chance to change any time soon. Well, that was embarrassing. Nor, he thought, would his other outfit work here- if he ever got a chance to wear it.

But that mattered very little right now, and as Patyu boarded the bus he breathed a sigh of relief, all thought of the future pushed aside by the simple, beautiful fact that the bus was air-conditioned, thank god. Darting over to a seat directly beneath an air-conditioner, he scooted up next to the window and made himself comfortable while waiting for the bus to leave. Khensu, unfortunately, was carrying rather too hefty a load on his back to fit comfortably in the same seat as Patyu, and all the nearby benches were occupied, forcing him to move all the way to the back where there was space for him. He craned his neck to see an uncomfortable Khensu trying to fit his six-five bulk into a bus seat designed for someone a good half-foot shorter than he was and smiled. Then felt rather bad about that little bit of schadenfreude.

Then became aware of someone sidling into the seat next to him, and turned to see- w- who-

His heart skipped a beat for a reason he didn't fully understand, the sweat that had just been beginning to dry on his brow was back in an instant, and he had to keep himself from shaking himself apart on the spot. He- he recognized that face. A little bit. Just the slightest amount. He... tasted something. Chocolate. And felt... softness. A blanket. Fur. What... what even was this? He didn't know this person, did he?

And then the man next to him opened his mouth, and Vas- Patyu recognized the voice. It was odd, and changed, but he recognized it. "Er, hi. I'm Paris. Paris Cärrino. Don't I know you from somewhere?"

Of course you are.

Patyu wanted to open his mouth, say something, acknowledge the other man, but he couldn't. It all felt so awkward now. He- what if people found out about this? He couldn't very well say that he knew Paris out loud, could he? How would he explain it? And it wasn't like he could be genuine like this. He'd be judged for it. If anyone even cared.

But he remembered who Paris had been. Not all of it, but he remembered a friend. And one did not ignore one's friends. And so, Patyu reached down into the rucksack sitting on his lap, dug about, and pulled out the sleeve of a tiny sweater, leaving it hanging just out one side where Paris could see- and hopefully no one else could. Not the two others in front of them, for sure. The big one looked far too intimidating. Gingerly he turned to Paris and smiled, a tiny grin pulling at the edges of his lips.

I'm glad you're here, friend.
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Azur Deutschland
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Postby Azur Deutschland » Wed Dec 09, 2020 8:02 pm

Voxija wrote:9:45-ish, the airport

Etor replied to the Dellamorte sisters. They wanted to talk to him. Etor didn't remember much from the shindig at all, and he kind of worried that something... illicit had happened between Tori and the witch ladies, but it seemed that wasn't the case. "I know it's weird. It would be weird to me too. In fact, it is weird."

Etor Gurraniz smiled. "Yes, you may call me Etor now. I'm not Tori anymore." Etor's nerves were starting to die down, because he was among friends, even if they only knew him when he was a girl. But that wasn't the case for Bixenta Agirre, who was trying to maintain an air of serenity while still checking her watch every second or so.

"Oh! This is Bixenta Agirre, my predecessor as president of Voxija. She's a pretty nice lady, when she isn't nervous." Bixenta waved hi a bit, then tapped Etor's shoulder.

"Etor, it's a quarter till ten and we still don't know where the bus is." Bixenta smiled like a shark. "You do want to meet Ross, do you?"

Etor's nerves returned. "Sorry we can't chat more, friends. We gotta go. I hope we can talk more later in the day. There's a lot to discuss for us." Etor was disappointed that the Dellamorte sisters didn't show Bixenta their magic, and he wanted to know what the 666th Azurblaue Rosen was. But he had to run.

10 AM, the shuttle

Etor Gurraniz and Bixenta Agirre were completely okay with the soldiers. In fact, they eased Etor's nerves a little. After all, they were important dignitaries from foreign countries who might need to be protected from assassins or robbers. But at the same time, both Voxijans had the feeling that the soldiers weren't there to protect the presidents from other people, but to shoot the presidents if they tried making any sudden moves.

The landscape looked eerily like Voxija. The presidents could believe that this was what Voxija would have wound up like, if their beloved country had taken a bad turn in her history. Maybe if the monarchy had been overthrown in a violent revolution, instead of the royal family peacefully abdicating. Or if a madman from another country came to Voxija and said "Hey. This should be my pad now." This worried the presidents very much. It was like the uncanny valley, where a robot that looks like a human is much creepier than a robot that doesn't.

The Voxijans sat next to the Azur Deutschland delegation, who of course had their weapons confiscated. Bixenta Agirre was calmer around them, although Etor could see a bit of wariness in her aura. The presidents were dressed for summer, because this was summer. Both Etor and Bixenta wore matching tank tops and knee-length shorts, looking like casual civilian tourists instead of national leaders. Bixenta worried about the liver spots growing increasingly visible on her arms, while Etor kind of wished he was wearing a skirt, a desire which worried the man quite a bit.

Etor wondered what sort of memories would come back when he saw Ross. Bixenta wondered if Ross was as cute as he appeared in his picture, although Bixenta had heard that Ross was with a nomadic warlord girl. Both leaders wondered what Ross was going to say to them. Probably a bog-standard declaration of how he was glad they were all here. We hope.


The three girls wanted to give their greetings to Bixenta, the woman that Etor was traveling with, but just as they about to say nice to meet you, the woman had pointed out that was, in fact, almost the designated time for the bus.

Nodding their heads, Sylvia and Julienne gave a smile. ""Of course. We're looking forward to conversing more with you two.""

Sylvia, Julienne, and Perfecti made their way to the buses shortly afterward. The Socialist Macronesian troops who were acting as guards had tried to confiscate their weapons. Well, they succeeded, sort of. They did take the weapons that the three girls had on them, but the girls used some clever magic just to will them back into their hands after they had sat down in their seats on shuttlebus.

If Etor or Bixenta were paying attention, they could see that it was another unique demonstration of the magical power that Azur Deutschland was capable of.

Looking around out the windows, Sylvia remarked in her mind how desperate and dismal this place seemed to be. It's war. It always looks like this. Knowing that this place was at war, she felt extremely safe in the fact that she had cautioned herself, her twin, and her friend to take their military gear with them.
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A world of magic and wonder, created by the twin magical azure roses who saved and rebuilt the Fatherland.
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Brettenwald
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Brettenwald » Wed Dec 09, 2020 8:17 pm

Thankfully, neither Marco nor Helena had heard Paris introduce himself to Patyu. Well, Helena had, but she simply ignored it. Must be someone from the Western Fardelshufflestein party he wasn't too familiar with, she mused, watching SoMac's cityscape roll by. Marco was mentally rereading the dossier on Ross he'd received in preparation for the trip and found himself admiring the sheer balls it took to extort north of 200 billion dollars from the US for war reparations, not to mention the trillions he'd conned GRAIL out of. You really had to hand it to him for that.

Paris, meanwhile, was teetering on the edge of sanity. Oh, gods. This is Vashadri. This is who I- we- oh, no, no, no. Why did I have to bring Helena and Marco here? She knows, but he doesn't, he won't understand. Images bounced around his fevered mind of cinnamon buns, fluffy sweaters, a Givenchy gown he still hadn't adequately explained to his bank manager, 80s dance music, cuddling in the back of a limousine, tangled sheets, warmth, love . . . and a mental crisis the morning after, crying until he hurled, dry-swallowing aspirin, burning himself under the hot water tap to convince himself he was human and sane and being unable to believe himself so regardless, and a horrible empty feeling where something fiercely beloved had been forcibly taken out of his being. Patyu's smile and the sight of a distinctly familiar sweater slowly reeled him back onto comparatively firm ground. He gave a small smile in return, leaned in next to him and spoke in a low voice. "Not here, not now. My brother, the big guy up there? Away from him. My sister knows . . . she can keep a secret, don't worry," he added in response to the brief flash of pure fear that appeared on Patyu's face.

The bus continued, inexorably, on its way to the Capitol.
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Postby Imperial-Octavia » Wed Dec 09, 2020 8:17 pm

Opportunity appears

So it would seem that these organics were secretive if nothing else. After scrawling through the entirety of their database not a single reference to this elusive protocol was found. That definitely did raise Kanu's confidence in this operation, but of course organics could be infinitely disappointing and she knew there was always the chance that she would just find some particularly spicy nuclear weaponry that the Macronesian government decided to hide for whatever reason. Before Kanu could continue thinking about the nature of this superweapon, two people walked into the room and in the next 10 or so seconds the computer had been turned off and "Jane Edwin" was looking like she was leaving. Then she overheard their conversation and realized that she just may have hit the jackpot. Walking right past her was Nate Barton, one of the highest ranked members of SoMac's government and one of his assistants. If anyone in this country would know about Project Delta it would be him and soon enough he would be handing that information over. And to think that Kanu didn't even need that little surprise the Infiltrator Corps set up for her to find the secret! The skin suit she had on smiled as she thought of the promotion she would be getting for the latest in her string of efficiently completed missions..l

Waiting until the two had made their way some ways down the stairs Kanu would begin to carefully make her way behind them and as a superior assimilated being she didn't even have to be anywhere near them to overhear their conversation. Even if they weren't talking about the Delta Protocol now, she already had a plan to get one of them to talk about it a bit later, though it was unlikely they would be making that choice of their own volition...
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Free Ravensburg
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Ex-Nation

Postby Free Ravensburg » Thu Dec 10, 2020 12:17 pm

The group got on the bus, who would be driving them to the condominium that they will be staying at during their visit in Socialist Macronesia. They have chosen a complex near Ross Bay, called "The Macronesian Marinas." With its 12 bedrooms, 6 balconies, 9 bathroom, and pathway to the beach, it was the perfect place to have a great vacation in all of Macronesia. Along with the complex, they had access to a nearby pier, which they could use to dock a rented tour-boat or jet skis; two volleyball courts; a separated patio with a minibar; and a pool with a diving board and separate hot tub.

When they arrived at the place, they unloaded the bus, and quickly started to claim rooms. Vulna and Vulpeca claimed a room with a walk-in closet, sewing machine, and access to one of the balconies. The Royal family chose one of the three master bedrooms, as did the First Family. Derith and Raventh went for the room closest to the study. Zethan decided that she would sleep in another bedroom with a sewing machine. Marlint chose a room that happened to be closest to the ocean. Raptol found a room with a bed that was big enough for him, and claimed it.

When everyone, excluding Jakob, unpacked and got back on the bus, Jakob opened the box, and told where everyone was staying. When he finished telling the claimed rooms, they went to claim theirs. Amadeus and Jakob went for the last master bedroom, Adolph went for another room close to the study, Albert went for the one closest to the front door, Victoria went for the one with the biggest closet, and Viktor chose the one where he could store all the weapons they had brought for the shooting range. After all of that was settled, Jakob closed the box, and hurried out to the bus, this time sitting by Zethan, who wanted to know where he would be sleeping


Zethan: "So, we were all wondering about your choice of where you would be sleeping."
Jakob[lying]: "I'll be sleeping alone in the last master bedroom. I.. like to take up the entire bed."
Raptol: "Yeah, me too, kid."
Zethan: Are you sure that you want to sleep alone? I don't mind letting you sleep with me."
[The bus starts to move towards the capitol]
Jakob: "As I said before, I like to take up the bed."

The conversation about where he was sleeping ended there, with everyone knowing that he will be sleeping alone. They did not want to pester him about that topic, knowing that it will get them nowhere. After a while, they started to begin a new conversation, but instead of talking about the condo rooms, they decided to talk about what they planned on doing when the party officially started. They all took turns on saying their plans, but when they stopped at a dead end, they felt that something was.. off.

Marlint: "Is something the matter, driver?"
Driver[opening the bus door]: "I got a call from a friend of mine, saying that he and some friends need a ride. He said that they'll meet us here."

Suddenly, three men rushed the bus, holding rifles in their hands, demanding the group to hand over their valuables. The driver then ran to a nearby car, and prepared it for a getaway. The three men threatened to kill the group if they did not comply. The three thought that this was just a bunch of furries, and then proceeded to taunt them. The servants were confused as to why they were speaking like idiots, and when one of the men shot the roof of the bus, Jakob tried to hide the box. One of the men noticed this, and grabbed Jakob and pulled him off the ground, which led to Vulpeca trying to protect him.

Thug 1: "What are you trying to hide, podonok? Did you think I wouldn't see that?"
Vulpeca: "Let him go!"
Thug 1: "SHUT UP LISA PODRAZHATEL'! THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU!"
[One thug proceeds to hit Vulpeca with the butt of his rifle]
Thug 1[throwing Jakob to the floor]: "Now, open the box!"
Thug 2: "Wait, what the fuck is that!?"

By Vulpeca appeared to be a serpentine, fiery, metallic creature. It slithered up to the thugs, leaving a scorched trail behind it. It then proceeded to attack the thugs, squirting sulfur from its fangs. While this was happening, everyone heard a loud screech come from outside. As a thug walked out, he saw a massive creature fly right by the bus. It picked up the thug, and dropped him on the nearby car the driver was in. Jakob then searched for the box, and found it open. he then turned around to see Amadeus and Adolph standing at the front of the bus.

Amadeus: "Well, now. It seems that four idiots chose to jump the wrong people. Isn't that right, Hesse?
Adolph: "It would seem like that, yes."
[As the one of thugs tried to get out, he was stopped by Victoria and Viktor grabbing his shoulders]
Victoria[Bringing forth Rasputin]: "Why should you two have all the fun?"
Viktor[Bringing forth Powerwolf]: "And be-SIDES,[Powerwolf punches the other thug] I still owe you one."
Thug 1[taking a step back]: "Who the hell are you guys?"
Albert[from behind, before punching him repeatedly]: "We're you're worst nightmare."

After they moved the thugs and tied them up to a post and answering a lot of questions, they continued to drive to the capitol.
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Western Fardelshufflestein
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Ex-Nation

Postby Western Fardelshufflestein » Thu Dec 10, 2020 3:50 pm

No one had noticed Rhonda and Kthulu yet, or even given them a second glance. This struck Rhonda as strange yet advantageous: strange because Kthulu's hair was a vivid teal and advantageous because they were here despite WF's travel ban on SoMac and Rhonda's plethora of daggers concealed within and under her clothes. Unfortunately, she did not have a mask to escape the cigarette smoke fumes emanating from the armed guards as she boarded the bus ahead of Kthulu, careful to choose a seat that was empty so she could look out the window. Kthulu would not be sitting with her, just as he had not on the commercial flight that had taken them to SoMac; if they were lucky, at least one of them would have a stranger as their seat companion.

Rhonda was fluent enough in German that she could say she was from somewhere like Austria or Liechtenstein. She wouldn't give out her real name--too risky--and she wouldn't say why her right hand was in a brace. It had been injured on Halloween because--no, never mind that. She had not told those freaks her real name, either.

She had decided her alias for this trip would be Emma Burg: Simple, yet not spectacularly memorable. Kthulu was going by a false name, too, but she did not know it. 'Twas better that way.

She did not acknowledge him as he passed her on the bus, and he did not acknowledge her. He was, in effect, a criminal now. She had been a criminal for years, but again, that was of no consequence. This place was a job opportunity, and she was here looking for business.
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Postby Voxija » Thu Dec 10, 2020 4:02 pm

When Bixenta Agirre saw that the weapons of the Azur Deutschland delegation had appeared back into their hands, she gasped quietly. Etor Gurraniz nudged Bixenta and said "Magic". Bixenta nodded back at Gurraniz, knowing exactly why he called them the witch ladies.

The war-torn cities of SoMac were a shock to the Voxijans. It was the landscapes, the trees, that reminded them of Voxija a bit, and the war-ridden atmosphere of SoMac brought to mind the various catastrophes that Voxija had undergone in the past decades. Not war: a war hadn't been fought on Voxijan soil since the 19th century. But cyclones, terrorist attacks, the Zombie Apocalypse of 2019—yeah, those were big ones.

Bixenta finally plucked up her courage to remark on the Dellamorte sisters' magical power. "Hello?" Bixenta said quietly to the lady next to her, "That was pretty cool what you did there." She did not mention what exactly they had did, in order not to draw the ire of the armed soldiers.
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Postby Socialist Macronesia » Thu Dec 10, 2020 7:39 pm

Ross and Ari stepped outside into the courtyard of the mansion, the two soldiers guarding the front door saluting him, Ross returning the gesture with a smile. Taking a brief stroll along the path, discussing the plans Ross had made for the tour today, they came to the carport. A limo was already waiting for them, a soldier holding the door for the two. The two piled into the back, and the car pulled out onto the road.

Ross put his arm around Ari's shoulder. The cabin of the limo was quite spacious, definitely enough space for...

"You'll be seeing Patyu today, no?"

"I think. Hopefully he's not gonna be la--"

Ross pounced, snagging her in a tight embrace and pushing her flat into the seat. "Rawr."

"Ross..."

"Payback for the pillow fight."

Ari blushed. He grinned, and withdrew a fuzzy blanket from under the seat and tossed the blanket over Ari. "Punishment: snuggles. 100-- no, 200 seconds of snuggling."

"What is it with you and snuggles?"

He held her wrist. "You're cold. You've gotta have something to counteract that ice water, you know."

She sighed. "Alright, John. Snuggles it is."

A few minutes of hugs and blanket-cuddling later, the car pulled up out by the Capitol. Ross threw the blanket off of his head. The bus was there. Nate was standing outside the door, a manila folder in his hand. Most of the delegates were standing out in the sun waiting for Ross to arrive. Not too late, I hope. "I suppose we better not keep them waiting any longer, shall we?" Ross gave Ari a short kiss on the forehead before stepping out, putting his sunglasses back onto his eyes.

"I see everyone's here?" He smiled, counting off the delegates. "Alright then. Welcome to Socialist Macronesia, everybody. You all have a good trip? Hopefully the security wasn't too harsh."
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Postby Azur Deutschland » Thu Dec 10, 2020 8:24 pm

Voxija wrote:When Bixenta Agirre saw that the weapons of the Azur Deutschland delegation had appeared back into their hands, she gasped quietly. Etor Gurraniz nudged Bixenta and said "Magic". Bixenta nodded back at Gurraniz, knowing exactly why he called them the witch ladies.

The war-torn cities of SoMac were a shock to the Voxijans. It was the landscapes, the trees, that reminded them of Voxija a bit, and the war-ridden atmosphere of SoMac brought to mind the various catastrophes that Voxija had undergone in the past decades. Not war: a war hadn't been fought on Voxijan soil since the 19th century. But cyclones, terrorist attacks, the Zombie Apocalypse of 2019—yeah, those were big ones.

Bixenta finally plucked up her courage to remark on the Dellamorte sisters' magical power. "Hello?" Bixenta said quietly to the lady next to her, "That was pretty cool what you did there." She did not mention what exactly they had did, in order not to draw the ire of the armed soldiers.


Julienne looked over at Bixenta with a very slight confused look on her face. Almost as quick as a bolt, she showed and expression of understanding when she realized what Bixenta was referring to. She had just witnessed a form of true magic. Magic that was commonplace in Azur Deutschland. Julienne gave a playful smile, tapping on her StG 44 to show that it was real and not imaginary or fake.

Quickly, the younger twin replied to Bixenta in a low voice. "Hello. Mhm, I'm glad you think so, hehe. Magic is common in my home. It's always rather nice to hear an outsider's surprise at it." She gave a playful giggle that was just a tad bit louder than she wanted it to be.

The bus traveled onwards, reaching ever closer to the capital of Socialist Macronesia. Sylvia was too deep into her thoughts that she almost didn't notice when the bus stopped at their destination.
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Postby Enth Arth » Fri Dec 11, 2020 12:21 pm

The other bus arrived a little bit later after the first bus, since they were jumped by a group of thugs in a sketchy subdivision of the city. Although the bus arrived there in roughly one piece, the group had to get in the other one to continue on the tour of Socialist Macronesia because the bus that they had arrived in was too damaged and wore out to go any further. They unpacked their luggage from the damaged bus, and loaded it onto the bus everyone else was on. They explained the situation to everyone on the bus when they got on, and answered many, MANY, questions.

While the group was on the bus, they manifested a feeling of unease, that someone was not supposed to be here. They didn't know who exactly, but they just had this gut instinct telling them that something was off. They didn't want to cause any panic to the other delegates, and they didn't want to appear paranoid to them either, considering what just occurred to them earlier. They then continued on with the group for the tour.
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Postby Romextly » Fri Dec 11, 2020 4:10 pm

Socialist Macronesia wrote:Ross and Ari stepped outside into the courtyard of the mansion, the two soldiers guarding the front door saluting him, Ross returning the gesture with a smile. Taking a brief stroll along the path, discussing the plans Ross had made for the tour today, they came to the carport. A limo was already waiting for them, a soldier holding the door for the two. The two piled into the back, and the car pulled out onto the road.

Ross put his arm around Ari's shoulder. The cabin of the limo was quite spacious, definitely enough space for...

"You'll be seeing Patyu today, no?"

"I think. Hopefully he's not gonna be la--"

Ross pounced, snagging her in a tight embrace and pushing her flat into the seat. "Rawr."

"Ross..."

"Payback for the pillow fight."

Ari blushed. He grinned, and withdrew a fuzzy blanket from under the seat and tossed the blanket over Ari. "Punishment: snuggles. 100-- no, 200 seconds of snuggling."

"What is it with you and snuggles?"

He held her wrist. "You're cold. You've gotta have something to counteract that ice water, you know."

She sighed. "Alright, John. Snuggles it is."

A few minutes of hugs and blanket-cuddling later, the car pulled up out by the Capitol. Ross threw the blanket off of his head. The bus was there. Nate was standing outside the door, a manila folder in his hand. Most of the delegates were standing out in the sun waiting for Ross to arrive. Not too late, I hope. "I suppose we better not keep them waiting any longer, shall we?" Ross gave Ari a short kiss on the forehead before stepping out, putting his sunglasses back onto his eyes.

"I see everyone's here?" He smiled, counting off the delegates. "Alright then. Welcome to Socialist Macronesia, everybody. You all have a good trip? Hopefully the security wasn't too harsh."

The Emperor had been tweeting and playing some Among Us, as he did like seeing who was the Imposter. He really did understand why it was so popular to people. After catching 4 imposters in a row, the bus stopped moving. He automatically moved his left hand to the knife in his lap and his right to one of his guns, but after he saw what was happening, he stopped moving. They were apparently at their destination. The Capitol was large. He liked the tropical style, but it was obvious it had to be as it was in the tropics. He saw Hope also moving and he got his suitcase. It was a light one as he had never been one for pomp, except when needed. He had some clothing to the weather, some more weapons which included an Uzi, and a grenade or two. Along with his sword of course. He walked over to Hope. She noticed him coming and bowed respectfully.

"What is it my lord?" she asked

"What do you think of it so far?" the Emperor asked her

"Well, it's nice." She said uncertainly

The Emperor nodded his head a couple of times and moved to the group. He saw Ross and Ari get out of a limo together. It looked innocent enough, so he didn't believe it was very much things had happened. Until he saw Ross' hair messed up and crinkles on Ari's clothes. One part of his mind said that they could have just gotten up and where in a rush, but another part said that some [REDACTED] had happened in the limo. He kept all this in his head, as he did have a knack for hiding his emotions

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Postby Voxija » Fri Dec 11, 2020 5:07 pm

Bixenta Agirre was in awe at the confirmation that what she had seen was real magic. But if that magic was real...? What else could be real? Her awe turned to discomfort as she remembered reading news reports about the Shindig, and Etor's firsthand accounts. A part of her still believed Etor had drank too much mimosas, but that part was shrinking.

As the presidents reached the Capitol, Bixenta saw Ross in person for the first time. He was even cuter in person, and he looked damn good in those sunglasses. But then Agirre saw Ari, but she didn't know her name, of course. Bixenta saw a tomboy, thicc, brown skin like a Voxijan, way taller than Bixenta. A love rival?

Etor Gurraniz sat there shaking, in fear and disbelief, at the sight of John Ross. He remembered. The sight of cat!Ross, in all her unwholesome glory, came to the forefront of Etor's analytical mind. So the nightmares were real. The weeb laser—Ross was the reason that Etor had became Tori. And a cat—but turning into a catgirl was much less strange than turning into a lesbian catgirl. And the limo, ew. Tori had had a crush on Ross. War-criminal Ross. But that was nothing compared to the scraps of information Etor had resurrected about the ball itself. He didn't remember all of it, since horny gas kind of works that way, but he remembered enough to be ashamed. If Etor Gurraniz was a different person, a more toxic masculinity type, he'd be proud of himself for the orgy porgy. But Etor didn't work that way.

Bixenta saw Etor rocking in his seat like a little baby, crying to himself and wondering out loud, "Why did this happen to me?" Bixenta may have argued with Etor about politics sometimes, but she was a good friend, and she knew what she had to do.

When Etor felt Bixenta's hand on his shoulder, comforting him, and heard her voice stammer out the words, "It's okay", he felt his tension ease. The president could handle this. Etor sat upright in his seat and said, "Thanks, Bixenta."

Bixenta smiled. "No problem, Etor."

Etor wondered if he could look at Ross again without going into traumatic flashbacks. Probably not. Bixenta figured that maybe she should squash out her mild crush on Ross, since she had lots of man candy to behold at this party. Again, probably not. Both presidents knew that this experience was going to consist of ups and downs, but mostly downs.
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Postby Western Fardelshufflestein » Fri Dec 11, 2020 6:51 pm

Rhonda frowned at the foreign emperor, Diego, who had been glued to his phone until Ross and another woman emerged from a limousine. He looked...unsteady, almost, and a bit flushed, as though he had been drinking. Rhonda's stomach tightened at the thought of another head of state relying on alcohol to get through the day. What about booze was so potent that one became addicted to it? She drank some, of course, but not excessively, and only on certain occasions. And the fact that this man was armed with a sword and God knew what else made Rhonda more than a little uneasy.

It shouldn't have unsettled her, considering she could easily take him down in half the time it took to draw a breath. Not that she was rash enough to assassinate an emperor. Besides, this man looked relatively placid and was definitely less of a threat than Ross, who was allegedly set to be extradited by her nation's government at the beginning of next year. Well, both he and his lackey Nate were. The UN would probably be useless in this matter, as they would insist on some lily-livered video chat trial, and that would certainly not be an adequate environment for determining guilt.

Suddenly, Rhonda tensed. Thinking about the legal system made her squirm. Every day, she feared they would find a clue that would lead directly to her, and then she would be finished.

Kthulu recognised Etor from his research into the Halloween shindig guest list. He did not recall seeing the Voxijan president there, but then again, he did not remember much beyond kissing his audio equipment. That had apparently been a result of some gas Nate and Ross, their hosts, had released at the party, effectively destroying it in favor of a make-out fest.

There was a reason WF had banned travel to SoMac.

For his part, Kthulu was only here because Rhonda needed to use him as some sort of cover. They were pretending not to know each other, of course, and were traveling under fake identities, with Kthulu adopting a pretend stage name called Cosmik. He could not risk blowing his cover and being exposed as a WFian because of a stage name.

Unfortunately, he'd forgotten to redye his hair before the flight. He was to do that this evening as soon as he got to the hotel. To hide his teal locks, he was wearing an iron grey beanie that relatively matched his shirt; well, his shirt was grey, as well, so by definition his hat and shirt had to match.

Kthulu--no, he had to refer to himself as Cosmik--studied John Ross along with everyone else, pretending to size up the man he already knew could easily break his neck.
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Postby Azur Deutschland » Fri Dec 11, 2020 6:56 pm

Stepping out of the bus, the Twins and their friend reflexively tightened their grip on the straps of their weapons. Though they felt tense on the inside, their outside appearance was rather quite joyful, playful, and childish. The three of them really did just look like ordinary girls wanting to have a fun vacation, that is, if one could get past the fact that these three girls were wearing their combat uniforms and had some pretty decent weaponry.

Seeing Ross step out of the limo with his shades on his smug, smiling face made Sylvia's playful-looking exterior weaken just a bit. She flashed an evil look for just a second and her free hand clenched into a fist.

Ross had said something. A welcome and a little question about the trip hopefully being alright.

Sylvia was just about to start walking towards him before something stopped her. Julienne. She was gripping her elder twin's hand.

"Let's wait a little bit. He'll get the punch that he deserves soon." Julienne whispered to her sister.

Sylvia gave a sigh and relaxed just a bit. "Mmm... You're right. I just... want to punch those glasses off of his face before we do anything else. That would be a good start to the fun we're supposed to have."

Perfecti looked at Ross, then whispered to her two friends. "You two were right. He really does have a punch-able smug face."
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Postby Kiu Ghesik » Fri Dec 11, 2020 9:01 pm

Patyu... remembered. Not all of it. Not nearly all of it. But he remembered enough about Paris to be... happy, excited, even, that his friend was here with him. On the other hand, he was still absolutely terrified to learn that Paris' sister knew about what had gone down between the two of them, and not in the least because it meant she likely knew more than he did. Wh- what if he'd done something? What if he'd made himself look like a fool? He- he couldn't- he wasn't meant to- no. He wanted to... to be safe, to be secure, and to some extent he knew that Paris could offer that. But not now. If he did it now then people would... misinterpret it. They never did that with Vashadri; she wore who she was on her sleeve. She was completely fine with it. But Patyu had to bury everything beneath twenty layers of obfuscation, of deception, of not acting out, not being... connected, and...

He wanted to just... give Paris a hug, or something. But some part of him wouldn't let him. It felt far too... forward. And- the big one one seat up seemed incredibly intimidating, and he would've rather not irritated Paris' brother. Somehow he felt that making himself secure would qualify as doing so. And, more to the point, there was something... missing. Only the memory of something existed between them now, for whatever reason, and the more Patyu thought about it the more awkward everything he'd done felt. Paris... if Paris was a friend then what he felt right now would be fine. But he remembered a different Paris, one he was rather certain had been something more.

But- No. No buts. If Vashadri taught you anything it was that being assertive was a strength. Come on. You can do it. You can do it. He's a friend, just... don't-

Just as Patyu was about to reach over, do something, say something, even if he didn't precisely know what his intent was, the bus swung to a stop, and Paris was leaving, again, and Khensu was dragging him out the bus, Patyu following aimlessly in the larger man's footsteps, until all the delegates present were assembled in front of some broad, imposing building, ringed by soldiers. They were kept in the heat for a few seconds more, Patyu awkwardly staring at Paris, and just as the heat and the emotion became too much to bear a limousine rolled to a stop in front of the assembly. Its rear doors opened, and out came Ross, his hair casually miffed and dressed in island wear, a pair of admittedly fancy-looking aviators perched on the bridge of his nose. And behind him-



Ari had to admit, Ross was right. She was indeed quite cold, and Ross was... warm... and... she found herself melting into him, simply laying in his arms underneath the blanket without a care in the world. Ari rested her head on his chest, felt it rise and fall, felt his heartbeat, and smiled. Just... this... I want this. Nothing more. I could die satisfied. Right now. Sure, there were things she would've liked to do with her life, but... What she'd found was rare. Not easily abandoned.

And so she simply sighed and embraced the moment, embraced as she was in his arms, counting down the seconds in her mind until they reached their destination. Two hundred or so, Ross had said. A little more than three minutes. That was... disappointing. She would've much preferred twice that, or twenty times, or two hundred, or... as long as he could give her. As long as she could manage. That was it, that was what she wanted. To stay.

And that was a subject that had to be brought up before these last two days came to an end, that was for sure.

The limousine rolled to a halt, its wheels crackling over the asphalt, and Ross gently let go of her, letting her get up at her own pace. Then, confident he wouldn't disturb her by moving, he planted a kiss on her forehead that like the embrace was all too short, stood and left the limo, turning to meet the delegates with a smile on his face. Gingerly Ari followed him, scanning the crowd and feeling a bit of trepidation at her own appearance. Most people here were, well, not formal, but... certainly not wearing a tank top and short shorts. She picked Patyu out of the crowd almost instantly and gave him a little smile and a wave. He returned it, though halfheartedly, and turned back to looking at something else. Ari frowned at that. She'd have to talk with Khensu about that while he was here.

Oh, well- at least their furs were more out of place than her own outfit, even if it still seemed to draw some attention to her. At least one man's eyes snapped to her immediately, appraising her informal state with bemused eyes. Some woman standing next to a man she recognized as the Voxijan lord- no, president- from the Fardelparty gave her a once-over as well, with a degree of... jealousy? Whatever. It was the first one she was concerned about. He seemed all too interested in her affairs to be comfortable, and, well, as self-conscious of her appearance as she was, she quickly put two and two together and came up with a very bad good idea. She wanted to spend more time with Ross, she knew, and this one was just asking to be egged on, the bloody peeping Tom. And so, as soon as Ross finished his little speech Ari walked up to him, pulled his head down to meet her own, her lips, and-

-fire. That was the best way to describe the thing that exploded between the two of them, an embrace that rather sharply contrasted with their earlier, more muted encounters in a way not adequately summed up by words. She held him there for a comfortably long time, then becoming aware of a bit of blueness in his face let him go, feeling the freshness of deprived air in her lungs once more. The gratuitous embrace over, Diego's expression suitably confused and intrigued and the delegates around him suitably uncomfortable - and it's what you deserve - Ari turned to the crowd and gave a bit of a wave, beaming like an idiot. "Like John said, welcome."

Fortunately, the fact she was now apparently on a first name basis with him was rather lost to the crowd, in favor of that incredibly public display of affection. And Ari was, surprisingly enough, perfectly alright with that.
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Postby Voxija » Sat Dec 12, 2020 9:15 am

The presidents walked out of the bus, following the delegation from Azur Deutschland. Etor Gurraniz heard what the witch ladies were saying, and he agreed. Ross deserved to be punched. Etor imagined his fist hitting Ross's jaw, and the satisfying sound of bone breaking. That was a way he could stand the sight of Ross: to I magine punching him every time he looking at his face. 'Twas a good way to avoid flashbacks.

Bixenta Agirre was too busy studying Ross and Ari to think about punching Ross. Bixenta was dressed similarly informally, with a t-shirt and cargo shorts that went down to her knees. Bixenta worried that she was getting too old to look good in this sort of casual clothing.

When Ari kissed Ross in front of the whole crowd, Bixenta reevaluated her options. Bixenta would not go out of her way to hit on Ross, but if the opportunity came, she could take it. After all, Ari was only Ross's statistically significant other. There were quite a few handsome men at this party to look at, especially that tall man with the spear.

Etor scanned the crowd, looking for any familiar faces. He saw one. Was that, the DJ from the shindig?!? He would recognize that teal hair anywhere. Before Etor could say hi to the DJ, flashbacks flooded the president of horny gas times, with cops and MPs and ladies' underwear. Etor remembered that back at the party, Tori was just as happy as she was horny. That was barf-worthy.

When Etor felt Bixenta's hand on his back, he came back to reality. Bixenta-pats weren't as good as rol hugs, but they were good nonetheless. Both the Voxijan dignitaries waited to see if Ross would say more, Etor because he wanted to go to a hotel or something, Bixenta because she missed what Ross said the first time.
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Postby Free Ravensburg » Sat Dec 12, 2020 11:23 am

The group from the broken bus, after getting off of the main bus, decided to merge with another group that was nearest to them. While walking on the sidewalk, Amadeus and another pelegate discussed the events that had happened at the previous party in Western Fardelshufflestein, and the others just chatted about what life was like back in their respective nations.

Amadeus[letting a reference slip out: "Yeah, that was a bizarre party, reference not intended."
-meanwhile-
Raventh[still confused about why Amadeus was a raven]: "I do not fully understand the situation with your president, so remind me again why she, I mean he, is like this?"
Ravenia: "Last time that I remember him telling me about it was that it had something to do with a laser, a gas, and his DNA, but even we don't really know."
Vulna: "Do you know how long it will last?"
Jakob: "It will last until March, if I remember correctly."
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Brettenwald
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Brettenwald » Sat Dec 12, 2020 1:07 pm

Kiu Ghesik wrote:Patyu... remembered. Not all of it. Not nearly all of it. But he remembered enough about Paris to be... happy, excited, even, that his friend was here with him. On the other hand, he was still absolutely terrified to learn that Paris' sister knew about what had gone down between the two of them, and not in the least because it meant she likely knew more than he did. Wh- what if he'd done something? What if he'd made himself look like a fool? He- he couldn't- he wasn't meant to- no. He wanted to... to be safe, to be secure, and to some extent he knew that Paris could offer that. But not now. If he did it now then people would... misinterpret it. They never did that with Vashadri; she wore who she was on her sleeve. She was completely fine with it. But Patyu had to bury everything beneath twenty layers of obfuscation, of deception, of not acting out, not being... connected, and...

He wanted to just... give Paris a hug, or something. But some part of him wouldn't let him. It felt far too... forward. And- the big one one seat up seemed incredibly intimidating, and he would've rather not irritated Paris' brother. Somehow he felt that making himself secure would qualify as doing so. And, more to the point, there was something... missing. Only the memory of something existed between them now, for whatever reason, and the more Patyu thought about it the more awkward everything he'd done felt. Paris... if Paris was a friend then what he felt right now would be fine. But he remembered a different Paris, one he was rather certain had been something more.

But- No. No buts. If Vashadri taught you anything it was that being assertive was a strength. Come on. You can do it. You can do it. He's a friend, just... don't-

Just as Patyu was about to reach over, do something, say something, even if he didn't precisely know what his intent was, the bus swung to a stop, and Paris was leaving, again, and Khensu was dragging him out the bus, Patyu following aimlessly in the larger man's footsteps, until all the delegates present were assembled in front of some broad, imposing building, ringed by soldiers. They were kept in the heat for a few seconds more, Patyu awkwardly staring at Paris, and just as the heat and the emotion became too much to bear a limousine rolled to a stop in front of the assembly. Its rear doors opened, and out came Ross, his hair casually miffed and dressed in island wear, a pair of admittedly fancy-looking aviators perched on the bridge of his nose. And behind him-

Paris rejoined his siblings just in time to hear and see Marco, whose intimidating mirrored sunglasses were probably bumping Patyu up another notch on the fear-o-meter, wolf-whistle at Ari making out with Ross and get a wicked *smacc* from Helena for it. "Do that again and I'll have you wearing your balls for a bow tie. You are here as a representative of the Empire itself and I'll thank you to act like a gentleman and not some lowborn dock worker," she hissed in rapid-fire Brettain before rearranging her face back into its usual serene half-smile and continued listening to Ross's speech as Marco rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced. In fairness, he had to agree with his brother that Ari was hot. It was probably the short shorts. He'd never have admitted it to either of them, but he'd found Marco's whistle pretty funny. He gave Patyu another smile since he'd noticed he was getting a bit of an awkward stare, and sighed. Not here, not now. We'll work everything out later. Exchanging nods with- Etor, that was his name, the president of Voxija, he turned his attention back to Ross' speech and tried not to think of how much he could go for a cold beer right now. It was a little before half past ten in the morning, but he didn't care when it was this damned hot.
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Center-right largely-absolute monarchy populated by the majority-pagan descendants of a mix of Vikings, Iron Age German rednecks and the odd shipwreck survivor coming into its own on the world stage during the final stages of a 32-year watershed moment under the watchful eye of an emperor who was never supposed to be one. Strict MT, current year though lore posts are generally asynchronous. Brettain is a catchall demonym, flag waifu by Polish Prussian Commonwealth, NS stats not canon.

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Socialist Macronesia
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Postby Socialist Macronesia » Sun Dec 13, 2020 4:26 pm

Ross actually was a little taken aback from Ari's... very public display of affection, and he found his face color changing from blue to red temporarily. He did his best to shrug the feeling off; trying to keep a normal, non-mind-blown smile on his face as he could, and failing miserably. Then, with the most confidence his voice could muster (which wasn't a whole lot, to be entirely honest), he managed a "O-okay."

Thankfully, the next bus pulled in; this one much nicer looking that the shabby buses that had brought most of the delegates into the country. The security escort, changing its focus onto the the new buses, moved into place once more.

"Alright, we'll take your bags to the hotel, so be sure to pull out everything you don't need. No, Yes, Sylvia, there is chocolate. Nice looking guns, by the way. Alright, load up, folks."

Ross was sure to swipe the blanket from the limo before it left. He didn't think it would get any use, as he would be the one giving the tour, and there would likely be very little time for snuggles, but Ross kept his hopes up. Plus, having an extra blanket around is always good for something.

The buses were more like limos on the inside, with plenty of amenities, including minibars and snacks. As the remaining delegates outside began to pile in, some already drenched in their own sweat. Ross gave Ari a short kiss, and the vehicles started away. Nate was busy manning the commanding APC; evident by his Alytn-style helmet-adorned head occasionally popping out of the hatch and manning the M-50, his moving yet mute lips uttering unheard commands over his radio headset to the rest of the convoy.

"Alright, ladies and gentleman, to start this bus tour off, we have the capitol building, which is closed right now for Christmas vacation." And quite nonchalantly, "It actually got renovated recently after some incidents involving some incompetent lieutenants supervising the training on some 155mm howitzers... to make a long story short, fifteen people ended up in the ER, but good news; the place looks much more modern now."

As they drove past landmarks, half of which were places where major urban firefights had occurred, Ross briefly pointed out locations of interest, including the best restaurants, bars, specialty stores, as tour guides usually do. After a few minutes of this, he called out on the intercom.

"Alright, next stop, we're gonna be stretching our legs at the Socialist Macronesian Museum of Military History."
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Postby Langenia » Mon Dec 14, 2020 10:07 am

When Nicolas got out of bus, he stretched. Ah, man, that felt soooo good. His legs felt stiff. When Ross asked if he and his wife had had a good trip, he simply said "Good trip," and nodded his head approvingly. "Why does he look familiar?" Isabella asked. "His been on the news lately. A lot," Nicolas responded. "Yes, if I remember rightly, there were things about New Carthagea, Western Fardshufflestein, and of course the wars here in Socialist Macronesia," Isabella said looking thoughtful. That was when Ari suddenly kissed Ross.

In front of the crowd. Both Nicolas and Isabella shuffled uncomfortably, not sure what to do and whether or not they should look away. After a moment of confusion, Ari pulled away, and the awkwardness was over. "Wow, that was the most public display of affection I've ever seen," Nicolas remarked. "Really? That was you when we were dating," Isabella teased, again smirking. "No it wasn't!" Nicolas protested. "Yes it was," Isabella said smugly. "You know what? Forget it," Nicolas muttered.

Nicolas quickly observed the crowd, looking for familiar faces. There was Diego. "Look," he said, nudging his wife, "there's Diego, from Romextly." She too scanned the crowd, then said "I see. I guess we can greet him later." Nicolas looked at Ross and Ari and how they looked, well, not their best. Something had happened in the limo. He quickly decided he didn't want to know. He hoped that things that would end up redacted wouldn't happen. After all, he had come to relieve his stress, not relive his stress.


"Well this bus looks much better," Isabella remarked as another, much less shabby bus pulled in before them. Nicolas and his wife entered the new bus. His wife looked much more satisfied. "Much better than the other bus," she admired. "All the amenities." They both took snacks and water. "Much better," Nicolas sighed. Nicolas eagerly observed the tour, enjoying every part of it.

When Ross said "Museum of Military History" Nicolas whooped with excitement. Taking in the stares from everyone near him, including his wife Isabella, he simply shrugged and said "What? I'm a military buff. I love stuff like military history." "I can't wait for the hotel," Isabella said.
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Fatherland, Unity, and Valor
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Langenia is an MT Latin American nation, the result of European powers not successfully colonizing the region but leaving their mark. We outpollo PolloHut.
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Postby Free Ravensburg » Mon Dec 14, 2020 2:11 pm

The group exited the bus, and began stretching their legs. They had been sitting for so long, that their legs yearned for movement. As they walked around for a while to get blood flowing through their legs, they heard a cracking noise coming from the box Jakob was carrying. Jakob opened the box to let Amadeus check and see what is going on inside.

As Amadeus entered the box, he saw his eggs begin to move, signifying that they were about to hatch. He exited the box, and wanted to tell them what was going on inside the box. He wanted everyone to see the eggs hatch.

On second thought, he said to himself, maybe I shouldn't tell everyone, but tell the people who know about the eggs. He then told his group to get in the box, and then went up to the twins he met from the previous party, who are with another person from their land. He than asked if they could follow him into the box.
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Voxija
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Civil Rights Lovefest

Postby Voxija » Mon Dec 14, 2020 5:21 pm

Etor Gurraniz nodded back at Paris. Paris looked good both as a girl and a guy. Etor remembered the shopping trip, and how in hindsight, Tori shouldn't have tried to be with Paris. Etor had remembered a lot of horrible things today, so being the third wheel didn't perturb him.

A fancy bus pulled in, and the presidents piled into the bus. Bixenta Agirre was disturbed that Ross seemed to like the witch ladies' weapons, which had worried Bixenta. This man was... undescribable. The presidents weren't sweaty at all, since this was just normal summer temperatures, and they were properly dressed.

The inside of the buses gave Etor shindig limo flashbacks. He liked remembering getting hugged by Vashadri, and nothing else. He wondered if she was there, but the only one in the bus that looked like Vashadri was a young man sitting adjacent to Etor that—OH SARKA THAT WAS VASHADRI. She was originally a he. A catgirl. Just like Etor. Etor wanted to give the tol rol, whatever his male name was, a big hug, to turn the tables. It would be awkward in this position to do so tho, since Etor was between Paris, Bixenta, and the window.

Etor decided to have a chat with Paris. "Uh..., hi." This was extremely awkward, and Etor felt uncomfortable when he remembered his crush on cat!Paris. Although if Etor was younger and a bachelor, he would probably have a crush on regular Paris. "How are things in Brettenwald? Do you... uh... you look taken. Are you seeing anyone?" Ack. Etor sounded like a girl in syntax. Maybe Tori wasn't dead.

Bixenta Agirre sat next to Etor, but she also sat adjacent to the hunky spear guy she saw earlier and Paris's good-looking brother... Marcus, was his name? Bixenta smiled. This party had a lot of beefcake. Bixenta imagined Khensu kissing Marco. She smiled and wondered why she thought that. Even for Bixenta's imaginative mind, that was strange and random.

The presidents knew why they were taken past war zones. One would think that a repressive dictatorship would hide that part of its history from visitors. Either SoMac was proud of that history or there were so many war zones that no one cared about showing a few of them to visitors. Judging by the announcement over the intercom, it was probably the first one. Probably a pack of lies, that war museum, but still interesting. They wanted to go there for sure.
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