Victory is Ours! (Diplomatic, IC, OPEN)

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[The Wolfussian Colony of Oceania]

After various cups of coffee and some 25 hours or so, Arvid's plane finally saw the Wolfussian airport. "Finally, damn it," He muttered.

The plane slid on to the Wolfussian airway, and the ramp lowered. Arvid began to walk out of the plane, taking in the sight that was before him. He saw a Wolfussian man, dressed in the nation's usual governmental attire. "Hello there, Mr.!" Arvid said, going for a hand shake.

The Wolfussian officer snapped to attention, giving the Prince a handshake and then saluting him with a traditional cross of his arms.

"Hello, Prince Arvid! If you will follow me, I will escort you to the Citadel. My men and I are honoured to be your escort." He gestured to a black luxury car with armoured escorts, much like what the German delegates rode in.

From: Ahlstrom
To: Kansler

I hate the nation you run, and I hate the way you run it. However, my advisors say that I should come anyway. Instead of sending some asshole ambassador, I will come myself, over skype. You have internet access, right?

To the entity known as Ahlstrom,

I am not the ruler of this nation, merely a subordinate of the Alpha-Venneskelig. Though you have made it clear that you hate our nation, you may attend our diplomatic event. I am not sure why you would attend, because you are obviously not going to make any alliances with Wolfussian Oceania

Glory to Wolfussia,
The Kansler of Wolfussia

[The Hairy Men of God]

"Finally" the Airport was in sight Abramelin smiled looking through the Window, In moments he would land.

Abramelin placed on his royal red Robe and was ready to get off the plane.

The airplane requested permission to land from the wolfussian airport, they await permission.

[The Wolfussian Colony of Oceania]

"Finally" the Airport was in sight Abramelin smiled looking through the Window, In moments he would land.

Abramelin placed on his royal red Robe and was ready to get off the plane.

The airplane requested permission to land from the wolfussian airport, they await permission.

This is Skramstad Military Control Tower,

You are cleared for landing, launching fighter escort. Good to have you in the glorious state.

On the ground, another grouping of cars was ready to take Abramelin to the Riekondeg Citadel. Once he landed, they would immediately begin their journey to the Citadel, which would take about 40 minutes.

[The Hairy Men of God]

"Finally" the Airport was in sight Abramelin smiled looking through the Window, In moments he would land.

Abramelin placed on his royal red Robe and was ready to get off the plane.

The airplane requested permission to land from the wolfussian airport, they await permission.

This is Skramstad Military Control Tower,

You are cleared for landing, launching fighter escort. Good to have you in the glorious state.

On the ground, another grouping of cars was ready to take Abramelin to the Riekondeg Citadel. Once he landed, they would immediately begin their journey to the Citadel, which would take about 40 minutes.

Abramelin landed, him and his 4 men hurried into the grouping of cars. They sat and waited to get to the destination, he couldn't wait to see the citadel and meet the leaders, he had some very specific questions for them.

The four guards dressed as jesters sat quietly and unmoving.

[Fellutia]

"Eternal Supreme Leader!I see the sight of Wolfussia!"says the pilot,who excited because this was his first piloting,without any incident at all.

".....Okay....land then...."Fellutia say while looking through the window.

"Not yet,Eternal Supreme Leader!I have to request permission from their airport to land"

".........Do it,then"

Fellutia then preparing her suit,and her briefcase.She was ready to get off the plane.

The airplane requested permission to land,waiting the respond from Wolfussian Airport

"So,Eternal Supreme Leader......while we waiting for the respond from Wolfussian airport,can i guess your age?"the pilot say

Fellutia sighs "This again.........." then she say "Sure"

"Eh.......18?....25?......29?......17?....."

"93"

"......heheheehe good joke,Eternal Supreme Leader"

"Joke?what is joke anyway?"

Afterward,the silency feels the air.

[Russo-Byzantine Empire]

Well, thought Pyotr as he gazed at the Citadel, somewhat impressive, though not as much as the Winter Palace, obviously. Looking at the Communist delegation, he whispered to his butler "What's that Communist asshole doing here?"
"I would imagine the same thing that you are doing here, highness," Ivan replied dryly.
Somewhat embarrassed, Pyotr stroked his hair. "Yes, yes, of course," he responded. It was quite cold, though. "Excuse me," he asked a Wolfussian guard, "when will we be permitted into the Citadel for the diplomatic event?"

[The Wolfussian Colony of Oceania]

Skramstad International Airport

The control tower cleared the Fellutian flight for landing, and readied yet another small convoy for the delegates. When the plane landed, soldiers escorted them to the Riekondeg citadel, and they entered.

Riekondeg Citadel

As Pyotr asked the Wolfussian guard when he could enter, the soldier crossed his arms in a salute. He then said that the delegates could enter the citadel and meet with the rest of the ambassadors whenever they wanted.

A guard at the Citadel

[Russo-Byzantine Empire]

"Ah, thank you," Pyotr said, and entered the citadel.

[Frolosti]

After various cups of coffee and some 25 hours or so, Arvid's plane finally saw the Wolfussian airport. "Finally, damn it," He muttered.

The plane slid on to the Wolfussian airway, and the ramp lowered. Arvid began to walk out of the plane, taking in the sight that was before him. He saw a Wolfussian man, dressed in the nation's usual governmental attire. "Hello there, Mr.!" Arvid said, going for a hand shake.

The Wolfussian officer snapped to attention, giving the Prince a handshake and then saluting him with a traditional cross of his arms.

"Hello, Prince Arvid! If you will follow me, I will escort you to the Citadel. My men and I are honoured to be your escort." He gestured to a black luxury car with armoured escorts, much like what the German delegates rode in.

"This is quite the car. As black as obsidian," Arvid commented.

After about half-an-hour, the car rode up to the Citadel. When Arvid stepped out, he was instantly surrounded by various flashes from cameras snapping. "Your people are very enthusiastic. That, or they dig the robes," Arvid smugly said as he walked out towards the Citadel's entrance.

[Menra]

Everyone the food has come there is Nervianian Conterflors, Gorilla Meat, oh and the flesh of a col....um a mystery meat if you may. With some amazing Nervianian bread. And we shall all discuss things like me expl... I mean we helping our fellow nations so come enjoy our feast.

[Socialist Federation Of Gallifrey]

An Airplane with the flag of Gallifrey would be seen slowing getting ready to land. They would await the Wolfrussia control tower to respond.


The Pilot would say, "Hello this is Federation leader Greg arriving are we clear for landing, over?"




They would await a response.

[The Wolfussian Colony of Oceania]

An Airplane with the flag of Gallifrey would be seen slowing getting ready to land. They would await the Wolfrussia control tower to respond.


The Pilot would say, "Hello this is Federation leader Greg arriving are we clear for landing, over?"




They would await a response.

The Wolfussian tower cleared them for landing, and the plane came down in the airport. A captain of the Wolfussian army stood and enutastivly greeted the delegates, showing them to a standard convoy. The convoy would bring them to the Riekonged citadel, where most of the delegates were waiting.

The tower was then told to clear every plane with delegates onboard, to be greeted by another Wolfussian captain and his men, and escorted to the Citadel.
(OOC: Everyone can now just RP your delegates being dropped off at the Citadel)

Everyone the food has come there is Nervianian Conterflors, Gorilla Meat, oh and the flesh of a col....um a mystery meat if you may. With some amazing Nervianian bread. And we shall all discuss things like me expl... I mean we helping our fellow nations so come enjoy our feast.

The Kansler nodded, and said "Well, it is gracious of you to bring food to this event. If you will follow me, there is a dining hall set up." The Kansler walked away, into a large room adorned with Wolfussian banners and symbols. Long tables with plenty of chairs were set up, and the Kansler sat at the very right of the head chair.

Some Wolfussian soldiers wheeled in a large computer screen, so the man known as "Ahlstrom" could enter the dinner at his leisure. He motioned for the other delegates to sit down as well, as other soldiers brought food and drink into the room.

"Well!" He said, making no move to eat any of the food laced in front of him. "What kind of mutual agreements between our nations come to mind?"

"This is quite the car. As black as obsidian," Arvid commented.

After about half-an-hour, the car rode up to the Citadel. When Arvid stepped out, he was instantly surrounded by various flashes from cameras snapping. "Your people are very enthusiastic. That, or they dig the robes," Arvid smugly said as he walked out towards the Citadel's entrance.

The Wolfussian officer escorted Arvid to the dining hall with the rest of the delegates, and told him to sit down. He was then warmly greeted by the Kansler.

[Frolosti]

An Airplane with the flag of Gallifrey would be seen slowing getting ready to land. They would await the Wolfrussia control tower to respond.


The Pilot would say, "Hello this is Federation leader Greg arriving are we clear for landing, over?"




They would await a response.

The Wolfussian tower cleared them for landing, and the plane came down in the airport. A captain of the Wolfussian army stood and enutastivly greeted the delegates, showing them to a standard convoy. The convoy would bring them to the Riekonged citadel, where most of the delegates were waiting.

The tower was then told to clear every plane with delegates onboard, to be greeted by another Wolfussian captain and his men, and escorted to the Citadel.
(OOC: You can now just RP your delegates being dropped off at the Citadel)

Everyone the food has come there is Nervianian Conterflors, Gorilla Meat, oh and the flesh of a col....um a mystery meat if you may. With some amazing Nervianian bread. And we shall all discuss things like me expl... I mean we helping our fellow nations so come enjoy our feast.

The Kansler nodded, and said "Well, it is gracious of you to bring food to this event. If you will follow me, there is a dining hall set up." The Kansler walked away, into a large room adorned with Wolfussian banners and symbols. Long tables with plenty of chairs were set up, and the Kansler sat at the very right of the head chair.

Some Wolfussian soldiers wheeled in a large computer screen, so the man known as "Ahlstrom" could enter the dinner at his leisure. He motioned for the other delegates to sit down as well, as other soldiers brought food and drink into the room.

"Well!" He said, making no move to eat any of the food laced in front of him. "What kind of mutual agreements between our nations come to mind?"

"This is quite the car. As black as obsidian," Arvid commented.

After about half-an-hour, the car rode up to the Citadel. When Arvid stepped out, he was instantly surrounded by various flashes from cameras snapping. "Your people are very enthusiastic. That, or they dig the robes," Arvid smugly said as he walked out towards the Citadel's entrance.

The Wolfussian officer escorted Arvid to the dining hall with the rest of the delegates, and told him to sit down. He was then warmly greeted by the Kansler.

"Sweet damn, quite the hall," Arvid thought to himself as the officer escorted him. When he was greeted by the Kansler, he greeted him back: "Greatest greetings, Kansler. Fine hall you and your people have."

[The Hairy Men of God]

Abramelin Landed and quickly got into the black vehicle. He looked at the foreign Country with admiration, a nation is always at it's best after victory he thought. They soon reached the citadel.

Abramelin entered the Citadel and took his seat among the delegates, in the dining hall.

Abramelin Spoke greetings "a pleasure to meet you, I Am King Ba'al Abramelin Emeth V-Emeth, the God in Flesh. It is a pleasure to meet you Kasler Audbjorn, and to meet you Prince Arvid, and to meet you also Grand Duke Pyotr. May I ask when shall the Alpha Arrive? I have much I wish to discuss with him"

[Fellutia]

Then,Fellutia get in the black vehicle that provided by the Wolfussian Government.She just looking at the view outside the car."Reminding me of Berlin.....kinda......" she say.

"Berlin?you mean when you still working for the nazi?"Michael (her bodyguard) say.

"Yes..."

The vehicle soon reached the Citadel.She then get out from the car followed by Michael.Suddenly,the flashes of camera snapping surround her and her bodyguard.Her bodyguard shield her as she walks to the citadel entrance.

[Russo-Byzantine Empire]

Pyotr recognized Arvid in the crowd. He shrugged. Royalty should stick together, I suppose. With this rationale, Pyotr sat down next to Arvid at the table. "So, what do you think of Wlfussia so far?" he asked the Prince.

[Frolosti]

Pyotr recognized Arvid in the crowd. He shrugged. Royalty should stick together, I suppose. With this rationale, Pyotr sat down next to Arvid at the table. "So, what do you think of Wlfussia so far?" he asked the Prince.

"It looks pretty fine from what I've noticed. Though, their guard uniforms are bit...creepy," Arvid commented. He resumed looking around at the vast expanse of delicacies before him set out on the table.

[The Wolfussian Colony of Oceania]

Abramelin Landed and quickly got into the black vehicle. He looked at the foreign Country with admiration, a nation is always at it's best after victory he thought. They soon reached the citadel.

Abramelin entered the Citadel and took his seat among the delegates, in the dining hall.

Abramelin Spoke greetings "a pleasure to meet you, I Am King Ba'al Abramelin Emeth V-Emeth, the God in Flesh. It is a pleasure to meet you Kasler Audbjorn, and to meet you Prince Arvid, and to meet you also Grand Duke Pyotr. May I ask when shall the Alpha Arrive? I have much I wish to discuss with him"

"It is an honour to have you in the nation of Wolfussia, glorious King. The Alpha-Venneskelig will arrive at any moment, to speak with every delegate here. I'm sure she will be very glad to discuss whatever you wish to speak of when she arrives." Said the Kansler, who motioned for the King to sit at the table with the rest of the delegates.

[Menra]

The Wolfussian tower cleared them for landing, and the plane came down in the airport. A captain of the Wolfussian army stood and enutastivly greeted the delegates, showing them to a standard convoy. The convoy would bring them to the Riekonged citadel, where most of the delegates were waiting.

The tower was then told to clear every plane with delegates onboard, to be greeted by another Wolfussian captain and his men, and escorted to the Citadel.
(OOC: You can now just RP your delegates being dropped off at the Citadel)



The Kansler nodded, and said "Well, it is gracious of you to bring food to this event. If you will follow me, there is a dining hall set up." The Kansler walked away, into a large room adorned with Wolfussian banners and symbols. Long tables with plenty of chairs were set up, and the Kansler sat at the very right of the head chair.

Some Wolfussian soldiers wheeled in a large computer screen, so the man known as "Ahlstrom" could enter the dinner at his leisure. He motioned for the other delegates to sit down as well, as other soldiers brought food and drink into the room.

"Well!" He said, making no move to eat any of the food laced in front of him. "What kind of mutual agreements between our nations come to mind?"



The Wolfussian officer escorted Arvid to the dining hall with the rest of the delegates, and told him to sit down. He was then warmly greeted by the Kansler.

"Sweet damn, quite the hall," Arvid thought to himself as the officer escorted him. When he was greeted by the Kansler, he greeted him back: "Greatest greetings, Kansler. Fine hall you and your people have."

You know a trade deal where we can build and inve, st in your country and you in ours. And maybe our state owned corporation being let's say LAWYER chop chop
The government will not be able to have jurisdiction on and acts or operations by the corporation in set special economic zones done in your country also charges for goods that are send in your nation will not exist and people may from our nation may come in without any permits by your government .
That sounds about right so how about a deal and we can negotiate some terms now

[Russo-Byzantine Empire]

Pyotr recognized Arvid in the crowd. He shrugged. Royalty should stick together, I suppose. With this rationale, Pyotr sat down next to Arvid at the table. "So, what do you think of Wlfussia so far?" he asked the Prince.

"It looks pretty fine from what I've noticed. Though, their guard uniforms are bit...creepy," Arvid commented. He resumed looking around at the vast expanse of delicacies before him set out on the table.

"Quite. No fashion sense at all," Pyotr responded. Pyotr at this stage was caught in a limbo of sorts due to the fact that he was extremely hungry, but unaware if he was supposed to begin eating yet. It was quite an awkward position to be in, all things considered.

[Menra]

"It looks pretty fine from what I've noticed. Though, their guard uniforms are bit...creepy," Arvid commented. He resumed looking around at the vast expanse of delicacies before him set out on the table.

"Quite. No fashion sense at all," Pyotr responded. Pyotr at this stage was caught in a limbo of sorts due to the fact that he was extremely hungry, but unaware if he was supposed to begin eating yet. It was quite an awkward position to be in, all things considered.

No fashion sense what do you think ah those forigeniers don't know about us and begin eating why not

[Jiakros]

Some guy wearing a white tuxedo dropped a laptop on the table, turned it on, then left.

The Magister's face was already on the monitor

"Wait, you had this thing closed? These things don't normally open up to skype..."


"Hello *cough*myadvisorsmademedoit*cough*, from Jiakros. *cough*dontwanttobehere*cough*"

[Imperial Wolfenstein]

Heinrich dismissed the two soldiers to do as they wanted for a bit as he grabbed a drink and took a seat with what he took as other delegates from other nations. There was plenty of food, but he did not feel as though he had much of an appetite. In the sake of politeness however, he placed a napkin on his lap and placed his utensils in proper order around his plate and began to help himself to a small amount of food while he awaited the Kansler to begin discussion.

[Russo-Byzantine Empire]

"Quite. No fashion sense at all," Pyotr responded. Pyotr at this stage was caught in a limbo of sorts due to the fact that he was extremely hungry, but unaware if he was supposed to begin eating yet. It was quite an awkward position to be in, all things considered.

No fashion sense what do you think ah those forigeniers don't know about us and begin eating why not

"Pardon me," Pyotr said, somewhat bewildered, "but I was talking about the Wolfussian guards, not those of Menra."