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A Convocation of Crowns - MT - IC - MTO Primarily

A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]

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Narduo
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Postby Narduo » Sat Sep 22, 2018 2:38 am

Semparia wrote:Janice, noting the Narduans looked out of place, calmly waved them over into her current conversation “How are you? I am Queen Janice Spencer of Semparia, I can only assume you are the guests arriving from Narduo? I can see you arrived late as well, although you seem to have come determinedly more prepared for a war than I have.”

At first the wave from Queen Janice had stunned Lar-Rexen Artter A'Perak, but he was quick to pick up on it and come toward her and another woman of - he was assuming - equal importance. As he and Xeoy walked to the two ladies, their guard circled around them, similar to how electrons would circle an atom.

Changing positions, always on the move, but never in the same place as one another. They cycled through, letting Curnet - the commanding officer of the two janiks - stand purposefully next to Artter. The two janiks stopped moving too and returned to their sentry watch, freaking out a couple of servers as they stood ominously still at attention.

Once they had arrived, Janice started speaking, almost too fast for Artter to reply. She spoke with a speed that denoted a sense of proficiency that came with her ability to converse in English... Artter, on the other hand, was not as proficient.

In fact, he had only learned English out of necessity than out of love for languages - it was fast becoming a worldwide tongue for all to speak. Narduo still ensured to educate its youth in its traditional local language, but it also had no choice but to incorporate English into the syllabus.

Thus, when he spoke, he had a thick Narduan accent that caused him to pronounce his "r"s stronger than necessary and occasionally forget to pronounce his vowels as their individual letters whenever they were close by or together. "Ah, thank you Your Majesty, for the kind welcome," he said after a few moments of quiet contemplation.

He smiled, then, his dimples showing across his brown skin. Narduans were all rather dark skinned, the result of their ancestors' time in the dry and sunny south of Narduo. Artter's skin tone was no exception.

"My fellow Narduan men were delayed by... how you say... traffic. Very busy." Xeoy stiffled a laugh, for he himself had been better educated at English than his friend and superior.

"Taq-" Ater quickly coughed at that, realizing that he had let Narduan slip into his speech. "Sorry, I am not very used to your English. I am Lar-Rexen Artter A'Perak of Narduo, pleased to meet you," he extended a gloved hand for her to shake.

If one were to look closely, they might see around his neck area a sudden red hue. Yes, he was blushing. He had realized that he had embarrassed Narduo by showing his lack of proficiency in English, in comparison to the other party guests around him.

"Ighim Xeoy," Xeoy fluently said to the lady next to the Queen, extending a hand as well, a polite smile plastered on his face as his black eyes dilated in the light. "And whom may you be, ma'am?"

D@mn it, Xeo. You and your linguistics experience... Artter thought to himself as the he awaited the Queen's response... The three Narduan soldiers still maintaining watch, silently monitoring the situation around them.
"Sell'a Narduo, satin man'qer!" - War cry of Carat Nubin (general of the army) from 1287-1291 A.Q.A.

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Semparia
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Postby Semparia » Sat Sep 22, 2018 10:41 am

She’d shake his hand, speaking slower this time, “A pleasure to meet you, it seems obvious you’ve come prepared.” She waved at the guards, “I seem to have come underprepared, I only have a pistol and four guards outside.”

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Eternal Lotharia
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Postby Eternal Lotharia » Sat Sep 22, 2018 10:43 am

Lux Pulchrae wrote:
Eternal Lotharia wrote:
The Emperor nodded while walking, recognizing he may have irritated him with a couple comments, but himself internally minorly irritated at his statement about Africans. Still, he was here on diplomatic business, and despite their differences, he seemed to be a likable enough person, if a little rude and outright racist. In this world, he'd have to make due with cooperating with such people.
"I recognize and respect different approaches to internal policy in relating to culture as well as ethnicity, as long as it does not interfere with our own, or teeter on outright repression and genocide. Even so, practicality will do more good than an outright morality crusade against possible allies, so it would rob us of diplomatic options to combat bigger, more dangerous, possibly more evil threats." The Emperor replied, carefully choosing his words. He had to to send a clear message whilst offering an invitation for cooperation. "As for an opening in the alliance, there most certainly is, however I would like to personally negotiate a membership with you, if that is what you seek. Your agreement may be different than others, or at least the talks will be."


"You must excuse our manners. She speaks when she should listen." he excused himself then continuing to speak "You and I are monarchs, right? As leaders of our nation, God has granted me the authority to rule over His people, and has given you the same opportunity. Each nation is beholden to their ruler, I will not tell you what to do with your people, just like you don't tell me how to rule mine. And I must agree, tyranny is outright sinful, but there is nothing wrong with a strong authority or firm hand, in deciding who your people are. Each man is made of their own kind. You won't find sheep loitering with tigers, cats mating with dogs or eagles swimming with the fishes. Man was spread out to develop his own self, you put him together with different kinds of people, it would be a pool of averageness."

"But enough about such matters." he decided to end the rather touchy subject, "How about a free trial? To put it in best terms, in but not entirely, capsci?" he asked. Such an organization could help, but he didn't want to jump in the water just yet. "As long as there are no communists, eh?" he added with a small chuckle.


Julius pondered this for a moment.
"Possibly, but let's discuss the specifics of how your membership and process later with the others to work out a solid foundation, shall we? For now, let's consider establishing economic ties between us, that would be a solid start. Would a deal worth 3 billion dollars of Trade, be ok with you, as well as the establishment of an Embassy? We may discuss the specifics here or later if you wish."
He says, hoping this could be a good first step.
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Petrasylvania wrote:
Dahon wrote:
... is this kinky?

Not until a rolled up magazine is used.

Kowani wrote:
Eternal Lotharia wrote:....
To be fair that's probably what most AOC, Gillum, and Bernie supporters think it is.

Which....

Guys..

Americans think they're Socialist but are not.

AMERICA IS A LIE!

... I don’t know how to respond to this.

This nation's Policies partially represent my views, partially are experimental, same thing with how my nation is in RP.
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Kyrenaia
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Postby Kyrenaia » Sat Sep 22, 2018 3:13 pm

Eternal Lotharia wrote:Alekos cleared his throat.
"Ah yes, of course. My apologies for such a stereotypical thing to say. Now, if you wish..." He says, standing up. "-We may go now and discuss further diplomatic ties, cultural similarities, et cetera, as I alongside my Un-Father am a formal diplomat representing Lotharia, and thus am qualified for such. Or..." He says, smiling cheerfully. "-We could simply discuss pleasantries."


Dschamilla smiled, not holding anything against Alekos as she linked arms with him and let him lead her, adjusting the course slightly every once in a while.
"We could discuss pleasantries and platitudes, like the weather, but that would not be a filling conversation, now would it?", she asked, rhetorically. "I would much rather like to use this opportunity and pleasant occassion for the two of us to get to know each other closer. Tell me a bit about yourself, Prince Alekos, and I will tell you a bit about myself."
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Lux Pulchrae
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Postby Lux Pulchrae » Sat Sep 22, 2018 4:58 pm

Eternal Lotharia wrote:
Julius pondered this for a moment.
"Possibly, but let's discuss the specifics of how your membership and process later with the others to work out a solid foundation, shall we? For now, let's consider establishing economic ties between us, that would be a solid start. Would a deal worth 3 billion dollars of Trade, be ok with you, as well as the establishment of an Embassy? We may discuss the specifics here or later if you wish."
He says, hoping this could be a good first step.


"Let me get intoxicated first, this trip is more pleasure than business. Maybe we should find a bar after this whole dinner thing, huh? I'm no drinker but I am at these sort of functions."

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Eternal Lotharia
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Postby Eternal Lotharia » Sat Sep 22, 2018 6:53 pm

Kyrenaia wrote:
Eternal Lotharia wrote:Alekos cleared his throat.
"Ah yes, of course. My apologies for such a stereotypical thing to say. Now, if you wish..." He says, standing up. "-We may go now and discuss further diplomatic ties, cultural similarities, et cetera, as I alongside my Un-Father am a formal diplomat representing Lotharia, and thus am qualified for such. Or..." He says, smiling cheerfully. "-We could simply discuss pleasantries."


Dschamilla smiled, not holding anything against Alekos as she linked arms with him and let him lead her, adjusting the course slightly every once in a while.
"We could discuss pleasantries and platitudes, like the weather, but that would not be a filling conversation, now would it?", she asked, rhetorically. "I would much rather like to use this opportunity and pleasant occassion for the two of us to get to know each other closer. Tell me a bit about yourself, Prince Alekos, and I will tell you a bit about myself."


Alekos smiles as he links up arms with her.
"Well, I am the Nephew of my adopted father, the Emperor, Julius. During my middle Teenage years, my family was involuntarily wrapped up in a debacle in which we were being asked to leave by the current Governor, which my Father-my real father I mean-was defeated by. In fact," He says. "He is the most popular Right-Wing Politician in Lotharia. I myself defeated him last election, and have done a series of sweeping reforms that have boosted Saar's economy, where I am from. He is currently Deputy Minister of the Economy, but is mostly a lame-duck politician, picked to curry favor with Right-Wing voters." He says, eyes burning intensely with pride, satisfaction, and cheerfulness. He had considered that election victory one of his greatest accomplishments. "It is truly an honor to represent my adoptive father here, today."
Lux Pulchrae wrote:
Eternal Lotharia wrote:
Julius pondered this for a moment.
"Possibly, but let's discuss the specifics of how your membership and process later with the others to work out a solid foundation, shall we? For now, let's consider establishing economic ties between us, that would be a solid start. Would a deal worth 3 billion dollars of Trade, be ok with you, as well as the establishment of an Embassy? We may discuss the specifics here or later if you wish."
He says, hoping this could be a good first step.


"Let me get intoxicated first, this trip is more pleasure than business. Maybe we should find a bar after this whole dinner thing, huh? I'm no drinker but I am at these sort of functions."


The Emperor laughed. "Indeed, I would love some Beer and Wine. Do you wish to return to the main hall then? Or do you have somewhere else in mind?" He asks, cheerfully.
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Petrasylvania wrote:
Dahon wrote:
... is this kinky?

Not until a rolled up magazine is used.

Kowani wrote:
Eternal Lotharia wrote:....
To be fair that's probably what most AOC, Gillum, and Bernie supporters think it is.

Which....

Guys..

Americans think they're Socialist but are not.

AMERICA IS A LIE!

... I don’t know how to respond to this.

This nation's Policies partially represent my views, partially are experimental, same thing with how my nation is in RP.
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Postby Lux Pulchrae » Sat Sep 22, 2018 7:28 pm

Eternal Lotharia wrote:
The Emperor laughed. "Indeed, I would love some Beer and Wine. Do you wish to return to the main hall then? Or do you have somewhere else in mind?" He asks, cheerfully.


Cleone shrugged "Well I guess we could return to the hall, I don't really know the town, you know? Hopefully Aceus has a wine cellar here, or whiskey, or grappa we could raid. He seems to think very highly of you, he'd probably let you go in with a trash bag if you ask." he playfully tapped on the emperor's shoulders with a laugh.

"Should I go back to the others, if you are going to drink?" Lourdes chimed in

"Maybe, let's get back to the hall first, then decide what you want, bene?" he suggested, to which she agreeably nodded. He turned to Julius "So back to the others I guess."

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Narduo
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Postby Narduo » Sat Sep 22, 2018 7:44 pm

Semparia wrote:She’d shake his hand, speaking slower this time, “A pleasure to meet you, it seems obvious you’ve come prepared.” She waved at the guards, “I seem to have come underprepared, I only have a pistol and four guards outside.”

Artter gave a light laugh at that. "Yes, us Narduans are rather... para-... Um, how do you say that one? The word for "very scared"?" After Queen Janice answered him, explaining that word he was looking for was probably paranoid, he sheepishly smiled at her before finishing his statement.

"Yes, thank you. Paranoid about losing anyone from the homeland... We have had a hard time getting better from the last war. Very big line of cas... dead men. Now, we fear what happens outside our borders," he quickly brought a hand up his neck, feeling nervous about how he had to converse in a language he rarely spoke in anymore. "How about your homeland? Is Semparia doing well for itself?"

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I can't believe that my great, great grandmother had actually been to places like this... thought Janik Niko to himself as he continued to keep watch with his gas mask.

While the Lar-Rexen and Ighim conversed with the guests, he had found himself comparing the party to his father's stories on the last true royal in their family... Way to go, great, great grandmother Kena...

He monitored the foods for a while, staring at them a little longer than he had stared at a waiter earlier - as expected, he responded by rushing away faster. Though, the foods... they almost called to him, demanding his immediate attention.

[Ah, what I'd do for a piece of that lasagna...] Niko radioed to his friend.

[Don't keep your hopes up, Ascjin is still conversing with the royals. We'd be lucky if-]

Just then, a waiter who had gathered enough courage to speak to the Narduan delegation walked up to Niko, seemingly unphased by his ominous staring. "May I interest you in a beverage or drink, sir?"

Niko looked to Nui. Nui responded by slowly bringing his head down, a nod, before going back to monitoring his surroundings.

Niko looked back at the waiter, he barely understood much of the statement other than "beverage, drink and sir". Meaning, it was more than enough for him to figure out to reply with a curt "Yes." He then pointed at the lasagna that he had been earlier talking about.

The server raised an eyebrow at that before bowing and getting him a glass of water and a small piece of the lasagna - since he had no table, it seemed dumb to give him a huge piece.

[Heh. Ava'ti fivi, asqeri.] Nui sent back, Niko smiling to himself inwardly.
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"Sell'a Narduo, satin man'qer!" - War cry of Carat Nubin (general of the army) from 1287-1291 A.Q.A.

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Semparia
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Postby Semparia » Sat Sep 22, 2018 8:42 pm

“I think Semparia is doing quite well, political, civil and economic freedoms have risen greatly, along with our economy and military. Speaking of military, is your nation’s involved in any? The Semparian Royal Force are active in two peacekeeping operations.”

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Postby Dahon » Sat Sep 22, 2018 11:01 pm

"Granddammit", the Suzumikami muttered under her breath as she returned to the hall.

The reason for her frustration was easy enough to deduce, though in all likelihood it was unknown to the assembled dignitaries: her bones were acting up again. Her doctors' advice as she finished up her rehab a year ago was to smoke a joint as soon as possible whenever the pain started to return. It something that was both difficult and inconvenient given her position (and where she was at present), not to mention ironic, as her marijuana habit was part of the reason why she sustained the injuries (and the ghastly scars) she did in the first place; only her knowledge of the pain that lingered deep within her prevented her from ignoring the recommendation.

As it was, however, she had lost a prime opportunity to introduce herself to the "re degli illustri guerrieri con i capelli lustri", as she had playfully called the Lotharian sovereign earlier. Quickly she cast her eyes about in search of the compagno, only to discover that he was himself preoccupied.

Knowing when to fold it for the time being, Kiako settled for the wall, hopeful eyes still darting for someone to talk to (or dance with, though she was, ahem, hardly a dancer). Then she remembered: "Ah, that Dancerian guy with the flaxen hair, what's his name again?"
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Postby Danceria » Sat Sep 22, 2018 11:22 pm

Kyrenaia wrote:
Eternal Lotharia wrote:Alekos was impressed. A Muslim State had produced a representative that didn't stick out too much in the crowd in a negative light, especially due to the mixed feelings on Religion many attendees no doubt had. It was welcome of course, however he had expected a Muslim Representative to be being dodged or dodging radical Christian States. It was very pleasing to see that this was not the case, and gave him just a tad bit of hope that peaceful Diplomacy between Muslim and Christian States could be attempted, even among the most radical.

"It is very pleasing to see a Muslim State to be able to mingle relatively peacefully with Christian Nations. In this period of division and uneasy silence, that is one victory for global cooperation that is also a step away from a global government." He articulates, trying to soak into every detail of how she looked without being too noticeable. For Diplomatic and Culture purposes, of course.
"There is still some time before the official forum and diplomatic discussion begins. Would you care for a walk? My unc-father, I mean, has already gone on one with a diplomatic representative, it seems." He says, pointing towards a nearby hall where they could peacefully walk and get to know each other.


Dschamilla looked over to the Grand Vizier, who nodded. Formally, she was his attendant for tonight, so she needed his approval to 'leave her post', so to speak. With his approval, she made to rise, Karim quickly pulling the chair out (he was well-raised, after all), and smiled at Alekos.
She had noted, that he looked at her with keen eyes, but she had nothing against that.
Karim meanwhile, held his face neutral. His Big Sis was a Big Girl, she could handle herself.
"It would be my pleasure, Prince Alekos.", she said, still smiling and offering her arm to link with his. Before the serious business of diplomacy began, she would love to catch a bit of a breath of fresh air. "One small thing, though. I'm not a Muslim and neither are most of the Kyrenaians. We're Polytheists, actually."
Her smile told, that she did not hold it against him, being well aware, that Kyrenaian Polytheism wasn't exactly the most widely-spread religion.

Danceria wrote:Oddly enough, the mention of the National Epic once more caused a placidly concerned look upon the old woman's face. She then decided to calm the girl now and get her acquainted with the plans of her grandson. She wouldn't be revealing too much, but enough to make it go without a hitch. "Now as much as I hate to bring a girl down from heaven, there are a few things that need to be cleared up. You listenin'?" she began, her tone stern but a coy look still lingering in her eyes. "As some own whose set people up and been set up for almost fifty years, I'd like to think myself an expert on these matters. Here's a crash course on Dancerian courtship. My boy will be "subtly obvious", what that means is that he'll treat you as a friend or an acquaintance until he can be with you one on one. I want no frisky dancing in these halls. For Valar's sake this isn't a nightclub! Keep your cool until the date begins." she reassured her, knowing how hard it is to be patient in love. "During the opera, and in public, he'll be as chaste as a church-mouse. Too many eyes and he doesn't want to rope in your family just yet, you understand. Once the two of you are alone, he'll gradually become more assertive. Let him, he won't force nothin' onto you, I raised him too good for that. When the time is right, and you'll know it's right, make it damn obvious. Guys tend to be oblivious to the femme mystique, and you'll be well enough alone to swap spit." her frank words may not have alleviated the Kyrenaian's mood, but they were for her own good. Last thing Nana wanted to find out was how many ultra-nationalists were lurking in these halls. "Lastly, and this is the important bit, no matter how much you coax him, no matter how hot and bothered ye may be, he won't bed ya on the first night. He may get a lil' handsy, but there won't be too many scandals involvin' me boy. Got all that?"


Fara nodded.
"Of course.", she answered, understanding very well. "And to be honest, I wouldn't want to have it any other way. We both have public images to uphold and too many eyes watching for exactly such slips." She leaned over, whispering. "Besides, if you do it on the first night, it tells much about the way you want the relationship to develop. And I don't want my relationship with Aceus to develop into one purely based on physical attraction."
She sighed, letting a beat pass.
Then she smiled.
"Thank you for these very honest and frank words and the advice.", she said and added in Sindarin, her pronunciation most likely being horrible: "Thank you very much."[/spoiler]

"Valar's Virtue, I need to get you a teacher." she smiled, gradually understanding the phrase uttered "But your Sindarin is better than his Kyrenaian." she paused, leaning back on her wheelchair, tapping her chin as if to wrack the thoughts from her mind. "Ah, one last thing. Ace'll probably save the last dance for you, so don't be afraid to dance with someone who catches your eye. Even Eddie, my little troublemaker of a nephew." she gestured to the long-haired gentleman in blue. "He'll probably offer a dance, but he wouldn't dare to steal you away from Ace. Not after all the times Ace's silver tongue convinced me not to thrash the boy." she chuckled, then began to lazily eye the aged Vizier. "He's Mahamut, you think he'll fancy a dance? Granted, I'm probably the shortest woman he's danced with, but just to make sure things are perfectly clear for all parties involved."

With that Aceus would rise from the head of the table, clinking a spoon against the glass, and causing the room to dull down into silence. "Esteemed guests!" the Dancerian King would begin. "Friends, Nobles, veterans of old, and honoured kin. As it has been in the days of old, so shall it be this day, so shall it be for all days to come, that the time under a Dancerian hall be a time of togetherness, of merriment." Chancellor Villiers would present an elagently sealed wooden box, contained within was a large, silver winged crown, the Great Crown of the Kings of Danceria. A pause as the Chancellor would place the crown on his head, and stand at the left hand of Aceus. "Let us enter as lords and princes, but leave as brothers and friends evermore!"

With that, the band struck up a classic waltz, and many of the Dancerians paired off with one another. Snow went naturally to his wife, who was woefully placed near the end of the table, and a small gaggle of giggling girls would unceremoniously shove one of their own towards the Kyrenaian prince. After a bit of a huff, she steeled herself and walked over to him. She was in a suit, a chic one, but nevertheless stood oddly out from the convocation of conservative attire, and she seemed to be determined to get a dance with the young man. An interesting development, if Nana's raised eyebrow and bemused grin had any indication.

"Speaking of, I think the dance is underway."
Dahon wrote:"Granddammit", the Suzumikami muttered under her breath as she returned to the hall.

The reason for her frustration was easy enough to deduce, though in all likelihood it was unknown to the assembled dignitaries: her bones were acting up again. Her doctors' advice as she finished up her rehab a year ago was to smoke a joint as soon as possible whenever the pain started to return. It something that was both difficult and inconvenient given her position (and where she was at present), not to mention ironic, as her marijuana habit was part of the reason why she sustained the injuries (and the ghastly scars) she did in the first place; only her knowledge of the pain that lingered deep within her prevented her from ignoring the recommendation.

As it was, however, she had lost a prime opportunity to introduce herself to the "re degli illustri guerrieri con i capelli lustri", as she had playfully called the Lotharian sovereign earlier. Quickly she cast her eyes about in search of the compagno, only to discover that he was himself preoccupied.

Knowing when to fold it for the time being, Kiako settled for the wall, hopeful eyes still darting for someone to talk to (or dance with, though she was, ahem, hardly a dancer). Then she remembered: "Ah, that Dancerian guy with the flaxen hair, what's his name again?"

Surprisingly, or perhaps out of fate, that self-same man would patiently be near her table, and bow. "Dear lady." he began, in a practiced but melodious tone, the coy look never seeming to leave his face. "May I have the honor of this first dance?"
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“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.” - Mark Twain

“In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock.” - Thomas Jefferson

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Postby Dahon » Sat Sep 22, 2018 11:37 pm

Kiako's eyes widened in surprise. "Wha-- I--" was what she managed to utter at first; she hadn't noticed the blonde-haired noble so near her before he brought himself to her attention. Now, come to think of it, I think I also forgot his name. Better to ask him later.

She wouldn't be Kiako Watanabe if she didn't recover quickly, however, and Kiako answered with her accustomed pluck, and maybe a hint of a sly smile, "The pleasure is mine, truly. But I'll have to warn you: dancing is not something I excel at."
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Postby Danceria » Sun Sep 23, 2018 12:11 am

Dahon wrote:Kiako's eyes widened in surprise. "Wha-- I--" was what she managed to utter at first; she hadn't noticed the blonde-haired noble so near her before he brought himself to her attention. Now, come to think of it, I think I also forgot his name. Better to ask him later.

She wouldn't be Kiako Watanabe if she didn't recover quickly, however, and Kiako answered with her accustomed pluck, and maybe a hint of a sly smile, "The pleasure is mine, truly. But I'll have to warn you: dancing is not something I excel at."

"Teaching dancing however, is mine." he countered, pride for pluck. "As long as you don't trip over your own feet, anyone can learn to dance with ease." he would offer his arm to escort the Dahonian woman onto the ballroom. "That is, if you don't mind dancing with a Dancerian man."
One true Patron Saint of Sinners and Satire
It is my sole purpose in life to offend you and get you to think about your convictions due to this
“You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.” - Sir Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of Great Britain.
Obligatory Quotes below
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” - William Shakespeare.

“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.” - Mark Twain

“In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock.” - Thomas Jefferson

“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.” - Thomas Paine
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Narduo
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Postby Narduo » Sun Sep 23, 2018 12:48 am

Semparia wrote:“I think Semparia is doing quite well, political, civil and economic freedoms have risen greatly, along with our economy and military. Speaking of military, is your nation’s involved in any? The Semparian Royal Force are active in two peacekeeping operations.”

"No, mas-" he quickly caught himself. "No, madam. Narduo has not really been involved internationally for a while..." This was true, at least officially.

The nation had pretty much attempted to keep to itself, going so far as inventing its own version of the internet. "El Ascor'zat" - or 'Great Knowledge Zone' - had been invented years prior to the interwebs, but did not require satellite access or long intranet connection cables (like in real life North Korea).

Instead, it functioned as a relay network of massive radio towers. Through powerful microwave 'lasers' the towers could use the troposphere as a reflective layer that would send any microwave signals back down to the ground at an angle, allowing for it to function similar to a satellite in space. The only real setback was the obvious construction costs and energy bills...

Radio waves were less energetic than microwaves and thus requiring less electrical power. And while sending a satellite into space was super expensive, it provided a great deal of coverage, something that el Ascor'zat could only mimic via building relays all over Narduo. Still worked fine - especially since maintaining the gear could be done without a rocket launch -, but it was unlikely to help Narduo in the long-term.

However, it still kept in the internationally affairs game... If only to watch its region for any action. It may have been isolationist, but since its reason was war it was unlikely to let another one happen due to its own negligence. "Our military has been brought down to the work of national defense."

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Danceria wrote:With that Aceus would rise from the head of the table, clinking a spoon against the glass, and causing the room to dull down into silence. "Esteemed guests!" the Dancerian King would begin. "Friends, Nobles, veterans of old, and honoured kin. As it has been in the days of old, so shall it be this day, so shall it be for all days to come, that the time under a Dancerian hall be a time of togetherness, of merriment." Chancellor Villiers would present an elagently sealed wooden box, contained within was a large, silver winged crown, the Great Crown of the Kings of Danceria. A pause as the Chancellor would place the crown on his head, and stand at the left hand of Aceus. "Let us enter as lords and princes, but leave as brothers and friends evermore!"

With that, the band struck up a classic waltz, and many of the Dancerians paired off with one another. Snow went naturally to his wife, who was woefully placed near the end of the table, and a small gaggle of giggling girls would unceremoniously shove one of their own towards the Kyrenaian prince. After a bit of a huff, she steeled herself and walked over to him. She was in a suit, a chic one, but nevertheless stood oddly out from the convocation of conservative attire, and she seemed to be determined to get a dance with the young man. An interesting development, if Nana's raised eyebrow and bemused grin had any indication.

"Speaking of, I think the dance is underway."

Curnet Olat immediately turned his head at that, the two janiks looking from the corner of their vision. The curnet understood enough English to understand that King Aceus was addressing the guests and inviting them to join one another for a dance within the hall room... Or that he was thankful for everyone coming and wanted everyone to have a good time. Olat had assumed either one until the music started and the dancers went into the middle. Dancing, right.

He should have expected that they would begin about now, what with them coming so late and all that... Though, he saw no need to rush himself or the rest of the Narduans to follow the party's schedule. It was not like dancing was a priority for them anyways...

[Masir,] sent Nui, holding a plate of prawns on a plate as he walked toward Olat.

[Janik, what in Taranus are you doing?]

To any onlookers, it would seem like Nui was just silently staring at Olat as he seemingly just relayed orders to him. [Just enjoying the food, masir. Truthfully, I wanted to ask you for permission to do such. The prawns were under assault, thus I grabbed them beforehand.]

Did Olat actually spend that much time staring at his surroundings? Surely it could not be long enough for one of his men to just grab a prawn? [Fine, you are allowed. However, stray not.]

[Will do, Curnet.] Nui sent, saluting right after. He then took of his gas mask, revealing his messy dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

Nui immediately chugged a tailless prawn down his mouth, savoring the taste before his commanding officer walked up to him. "And get a haircut, son. You're pass regulatory standards."

The curnet walked back to the side of Lar-Rexen Artter and Ighim Xeoy, his subordinate checking his hair length and comparing it to his finger.

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"Huh, it seems that the dancing is now." Artter would have gulped, if he did not mind drawing attention to himself. Elohim, help, I can't dance ballroom style...
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Dahon wrote:Kiako's eyes widened in surprise. "Wha-- I--" was what she managed to utter at first; she hadn't noticed the blonde-haired noble so near her before he brought himself to her attention. Now, come to think of it, I think I also forgot his name. Better to ask him later.

She wouldn't be Kiako Watanabe if she didn't recover quickly, however, and Kiako answered with her accustomed pluck, and maybe a hint of a sly smile, "The pleasure is mine, truly. But I'll have to warn you: dancing is not something I excel at."

"Teaching dancing however, is mine." he countered, pride for pluck. "As long as you don't trip over your own feet, anyone can learn to dance with ease." he would offer his arm to escort the Dahonian woman onto the ballroom. "That is, if you don't mind dancing with a Dancerian man."


"You're saying Dancerian men are walking, talking traps, good sir?" Kiako replied in good humor, arching a delicate eyebrow for effect. "Well obliged to you for warning me. Not to brag, but I'm very used to traps, be they in human form or not; let's say only a few have succeeded in trapping me." Her hand reached out for his, as she went on, "But tell me, Mr. Trap, tell me your name, for I seem to have not catched it earlier."
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Danceria wrote:"Teaching dancing however, is mine." he countered, pride for pluck. "As long as you don't trip over your own feet, anyone can learn to dance with ease." he would offer his arm to escort the Dahonian woman onto the ballroom. "That is, if you don't mind dancing with a Dancerian man."


"You're saying Dancerian men are walking, talking traps, good sir?" Kiako replied in good humor, arching a delicate eyebrow for effect. "Well obliged to you for warning me. Not to brag, but I'm very used to traps, be they in human form or not; let's say only a few have succeeded in trapping me." Her hand reached out for his, as she went on, "But tell me, Mr. Trap, tell me your name, for I seem to have not catched it earlier."

He chuckled, his mind thinking to a rather different form of trap (granted, his long hair could pull off the look, if the Elurion broad shoulders had skipped him). "No, no good miss. We do not entrap, snare, nor bind. We dance. Though we may gently caress," his hand found it's way to her torso, "or seize with a passion," her hand would be quickly grasped, gently kissed, and found in the atypical position of a waltz. "Dancerians do not deceive or entrap. We merely take our chances as they come, and let the music guide us to our hearts desire."

A little flowery, but she certainly came out the gate with a bit of shrewd banter, the Dancerian would admit to himself. The waltz was simple, square-like motion across the ballroom. "As for the name of this particular...invitation, shall we call it." the blond would bow his head slightly. "Edgar Reni Castamir, By the Grace of the Valar and Will of the People, Grand Duke of the Realms of Harad and Figaro. CEO of the Figaro Foundation, specifically the head of engineering. My work is to make sure that Danerian natural gas and oil flow freely." As the dance wound to a close, he inquired before the next classical piece began "What of yourself, good miss? You speak of traps, but traps are usually for hunters. If I be a hunter, what would I have caught? A fair doe..." Edgar smirk turned to a mock-predatory one, "Or a ferocious tigress?"
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The Queen was unexpectedly late.Back home,she had to deal with tremendous affairs and alike.Before going,she had left her trusty Lady to take care of the nation while she's gone."This better be good",mumbles herself.

After politely passing the guards and the gate,she would make her way in and was tremendously astonished to hear the beautiful music and people dancing."Such astonishment,This is truly one thing".She would be elegantly and beautifully suited in a white gown."If it is such luck today"
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“Are you ok there?” Janice addressed Artter. “Here let’s find you something to drink,” she said as she waved over a waiter, grabbing two cups of whatever was there and handing one to him, “Seem a tad nervous, trust me, I am aswell, learned to hide it though.” She’d take a sip of her drink.

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"You're saying Dancerian men are walking, talking traps, good sir?" Kiako replied in good humor, arching a delicate eyebrow for effect. "Well obliged to you for warning me. Not to brag, but I'm very used to traps, be they in human form or not; let's say only a few have succeeded in trapping me." Her hand reached out for his, as she went on, "But tell me, Mr. Trap, tell me your name, for I seem to have not catched it earlier."

He chuckled, his mind thinking to a rather different form of trap (granted, his long hair could pull off the look, if the Elurion broad shoulders had skipped him). "No, no good miss. We do not entrap, snare, nor bind. We dance. Though we may gently caress," his hand found it's way to her torso, "or seize with a passion," her hand would be quickly grasped, gently kissed, and found in the atypical position of a waltz. "Dancerians do not deceive or entrap. We merely take our chances as they come, and let the music guide us to our hearts desire."

A little flowery, but she certainly came out the gate with a bit of shrewd banter, the Dancerian would admit to himself. The waltz was simple, square-like motion across the ballroom. "As for the name of this particular...invitation, shall we call it." the blond would bow his head slightly. "Edgar Reni Castamir, By the Grace of the Valar and Will of the People, Grand Duke of the Realms of Harad and Figaro. CEO of the Figaro Foundation, specifically the head of engineering. My work is to make sure that Danerian natural gas and oil flow freely." As the dance wound to a close, he inquired before the next classical piece began "What of yourself, good miss? You speak of traps, but traps are usually for hunters. If I be a hunter, what would I have caught? A fair doe..." Edgar smirk turned to a mock-predatory one, "Or a ferocious tigress?"


As Kiako and her gilded trap glided down the ballroom she somewhat stiffly and he somewhat suavely, step after step to the waltz' willful wallop, she felt herself getting led on. Not by word, for she knew she could match wits with anyone on earth in a war of words, but by deed: her two left feet had not been handled so deftly before.

This is seriously impressive, she said to herself, I wonder if he's a dancing instructor on the side?

"Interesting question," was what Kiako said in reply, "Kiako Watanabe, one of the three kami, all of us queens of our realms, of a little archipelago in the Indian Ocean. A kiang, if you will." A pause, the better to concentrate on her feet. "A species of wild ass, and our national animal, even though we don't have them in our shores any longer." Another pause to catch her breath. "Whoo. Why a kiang, Your Grace? Take a guess."

She flashed a sly grin to match his smile.
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Icadias wrote:The Queen was unexpectedly late. She had been busy back at home, dealing with tremendous affairs and the like. Before going, she had left her trusty Lady to take care of the nation in her absence. "This better be good", she mumbled to herself.

After politely passing the guards and the gate, she made her way in and was greatly astonished to hear the beautiful music and see people dancing. "Such astonishment,This is truly one thing".

She would be elegantly and beautifully suited in a white gown. "If it is such luck today"

Royal Palace, Main Hall, Banquet table.
09:39 n.r. (napre ren), barely a minute into the music.

Janik Niko had been watching Nui sample the many Dancerian delicacies, inwardly sighing to himself. Unlike his friend, he had kept stoic watch of their surroundings. Only leaving post to dispose of his slice of lasagna, cup of water and keep watch on his comrade. I swear, Nui, you'll never survive rationing.

Just then, he noticed movement at the corner of his eye, turning his head to face the newcomer royal. It was a young lady of sorts dressed in a white gown, had recently arrived, asking the guards to let her through. "El'bek?" he asked outloud, luckily no one hearing his Narduan swearing.

He turned back to Nui, his comrade's gas mask dangling of the side of his face as he tried to find a seat for his plate of foods. Niko just shook his head, And to think I was the hungry one...

He really had not expected Nui to go full offensive on the food... but then again, he never expected that he would receive lasagna while on sentry duty all because of a nice waiter asking if he wanted anything. Either way, one thing was clear. How he expected to respond to the new royal was all up to him... Engage, monitor or ignore?

Judging from the way she marvelled at the decorum, Niko was guessing that she would probably not take too kindly to a Narduan soldier like himself - all fully dressed in formal jalakorum matt-black and a facial gas mask - attempting to investigate/interrogate her... Monitor. He maintained omninous watch of the new royal, following her movement, occasionally looking at the other royals.

Such was the life of a lone sentry...
Semparia wrote:“Are you ok there?” Janice addressed Artter. “Here let’s find you something to drink,” she said as she waved over a waiter, grabbing two cups of whatever was there and handing one to him, “Seem a tad nervous, trust me, I am aswell, learned to hide it though.” She’d take a sip of her drink.

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09:39 n.r. (napre ren), barely a minute into the music.

"Tad?" Artter asked, Ighim Xeoy turning toward him and explaining to him what it meant.

"Tin, Lar-Rexen."

His eyes widened at that. "Oh." He turned back to the Queen. "Ah, tisav, Your Majesty." He grabbed the drink - a strange brown-orange cocktail with a mint-leaf on top -, taking a sip from it too.

The cool breverage seemingly washed away his worries in that instant. "It is just that I never learned to ballroom dance, Narduo is no monarchy. We are... Paxanum. It is, eh, uh-"

Xeoy mentally rolled his eyes at that, deciding to serve as a translator for the meantime. "Republic, Queen Janice. My Lar-Rexen meant to say Republic."

"Thank you, Ighim." He looked back at her. "Yes, a republic. Our nobility's place in politics is no longer as prominent as it once was."
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She nods “I never learned to dance either, my father wasn’t the dancing ty-“ She gets interrupted by her phone ringing, she quickly grabs it out of her pocket and awensers, “Yes? Ah, ok.” She listens for a moment to the phone “Don’t poke them further, we got them out so we don’t need to engage them.” She shuts it back off, “Anyways, where was I? My father wasn’t the dancing type and I take after him, so I understand how you feel.”

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"What type was he?"

Ighim Xeoy could feel the sweat forming on his neck. No, you didn't Artter... He could not believe that Artter would just straight up ask that, as if the man were long dead... but then again, he was still unused to speaking in English. It was no wonder he barely understood the gravity of his current words - he pretty much just formed them on the spot with the little words he knew.

Either way, he would hope for the best and quietly pray that this Queen Janice would be kind enough to let that insensitive remark slide...
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“”He was the type of man that would unite a country, but couldn’t exactly run it, to be honest.” She seemed to take the remark in stride, as if this was something she was asked commonly “He was an excel military leader no doubt, but not a political one. I am not as much of a military leader as he was, but I did pick up on some of his habits, being his daughter, and so never got around to learning how to dance.”

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Icadias wrote:The Queen was unexpectedly late. She had been busy back at home, dealing with tremendous affairs and the like. Before going, she had left her trusty Lady to take care of the nation in her absence. "This better be good", she mumbled to herself.

After politely passing the guards and the gate, she made her way in and was greatly astonished to hear the beautiful music and see people dancing. "Such astonishment,This is truly one thing".

She would be elegantly and beautifully suited in a white gown. "If it is such luck today"

Royal Palace, Main Hall, Banquet table.
09:39 n.r. (napre ren), barely a minute into the music.

Janik Niko had been watching Nui sample the many Dancerian delicacies, inwardly sighing to himself. Unlike his friend, he had kept stoic watch of their surroundings. Only leaving post to dispose of his slice of lasagna, cup of water and keep watch on his comrade. I swear, Nui, you'll never survive rationing.

Just then, he noticed movement at the corner of his eye, turning his head to face the newcomer royal. It was a young lady of sorts dressed in a white gown, had recently arrived, asking the guards to let her through. "El'bek?" he asked outloud, luckily no one hearing his Narduan swearing.

He turned back to Nui, his comrade's gas mask dangling of the side of his face as he tried to find a seat for his plate of foods. Niko just shook his head, And to think I was the hungry one...

He really had not expected Nui to go full offensive on the food... but then again, he never expected that he would receive lasagna while on sentry duty all because of a nice waiter asking if he wanted anything. Either way, one thing was clear. How he expected to respond to the new royal was all up to him... Engage, monitor or ignore?

Judging from the way she marvelled at the decorum, Niko was guessing that she would probably not take too kindly to a Narduan soldier like himself - all fully dressed in formal jalakorum matt-black and a facial gas mask - attempting to investigate/interrogate her... Monitor. He maintained omninous watch of the new royal, following her movement, occasionally looking at the other royals.

Such was the life of a lone sentry...
Semparia wrote:“Are you ok there?” Janice addressed Artter. “Here let’s find you something to drink,” she said as she waved over a waiter, grabbing two cups of whatever was there and handing one to him, “Seem a tad nervous, trust me, I am aswell, learned to hide it though.” She’d take a sip of her drink.

Royal Palace, Main Hall, a few meters away from the growing dance center.
09:39 n.r. (napre ren), barely a minute into the music.

"Tad?" Artter asked, Ighim Xeoy turning toward him and explaining to him what it meant.

"Tin, Lar-Rexen."

His eyes widened at that. "Oh." He turned back to the Queen. "Ah, tisav, Your Majesty." He grabbed the drink - a strange brown-orange cocktail with a mint-leaf on top -, taking a sip from it too.

The cool breverage seemingly washed away his worries in that instant. "It is just that I never learned to ballroom dance, Narduo is no monarchy. We are... Paxanum. It is, eh, uh-"

Xeoy mentally roled his eyes at that, deciding to serve as a translator for the meantime. "Republic, Queen Janice. My Lar-Rexen meant to say Republic."

"Thank you, Ighim." He looked back at her. "Yes, a republic. Our nobility's place in politics is no longer as prominent as it once was."


A small and seemingly unnoticed incident caught her eye,in it,she saw a person going nuts on the food."Well,they'll make good company".She would gracefully make her way to them,passing by the guests carefully.Noticing that one of them is in soldier-like uniform,she decided to play around with that soldier for a moment."Stand easy soldier,Queen Catherine I,Queendom Of Icadias".Being a current soldier herself back home,she's exceptionally skilled in adressing personnels
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Dahon wrote:
Danceria wrote:He chuckled, his mind thinking to a rather different form of trap (granted, his long hair could pull off the look, if the Elurion broad shoulders had skipped him). "No, no good miss. We do not entrap, snare, nor bind. We dance. Though we may gently caress," his hand found it's way to her torso, "or seize with a passion," her hand would be quickly grasped, gently kissed, and found in the atypical position of a waltz. "Dancerians do not deceive or entrap. We merely take our chances as they come, and let the music guide us to our hearts desire."

A little flowery, but she certainly came out the gate with a bit of shrewd banter, the Dancerian would admit to himself. The waltz was simple, square-like motion across the ballroom. "As for the name of this particular...invitation, shall we call it." the blond would bow his head slightly. "Edgar Reni Castamir, By the Grace of the Valar and Will of the People, Grand Duke of the Realms of Harad and Figaro. CEO of the Figaro Foundation, specifically the head of engineering. My work is to make sure that Danerian natural gas and oil flow freely." As the dance wound to a close, he inquired before the next classical piece began "What of yourself, good miss? You speak of traps, but traps are usually for hunters. If I be a hunter, what would I have caught? A fair doe..." Edgar smirk turned to a mock-predatory one, "Or a ferocious tigress?"


As Kiako and her gilded trap glided down the ballroom she somewhat stiffly and he somewhat suavely, step after step to the waltz' willful wallop, she felt herself getting led on. Not by word, for she knew she could match wits with anyone on earth in a war of words, but by deed: her two left feet had not been handled so deftly before.

This is seriously impressive, she said to herself, I wonder if he's a dancing instructor on the side?

"Interesting question," was what Kiako said in reply, "Kiako Watanabe, one of the three kami, all of us queens of our realms, of a little archipelago in the Indian Ocean. A kiang, if you will." A pause, the better to concentrate on her feet. "A species of wild ass, and our national animal, even though we don't have them in our shores any longer." Another pause to catch her breath. "Whoo. Why a kiang, Your Grace? Take a guess."

She flashed a sly grin to match his smile.

"Hmm..." Edgar paused to gaze through his mental database, then upon the figure of the Kami. "Stiff but strong legs? I presume that being a compliment, since none would dare to call a queen ugly to her face. Especially someone such as yourself." Eventually through continuous practice, he hoped that the Kami would relax and allow for the more sweeping movements of Dancerian waltzing. "I've heard of fair Dahon, and of it's Kamis, but never thought I'd be lucky to meet one in person. I believe the Dahonians helped with the Songkran celebration last year..." he reminisced.

Indeed, Danceria had a surprisingly large amount of "Bahrati" (persons from India) and Southeast Asians, and the festivals such as Songkran, and Ganesh Chaturthi found their way into the stalwart Dancerian cultural mix. Around the ballroom, a few esteemed veterans of the Partisan Wars and their respective children, were of clearly Oriental origin.
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