Suleiman’s wedding(IC/post-MT)

[Danceria]

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Mohammed choked on his water with laughter, before whispering back. "I might know a wonderful place for a honeymoon...away from the honey, if you catch my drift."

"Eh, Prussia would ice my arse if I even walked in. But I'm goin' to a place that's often remarked in Danceria as being a good vacation spot...the Free Lands." Suleiman would sigh. "My kingdom for a drink, she would sound and appear much more beautiful."

After the final kiss between bride and groom, the festivities began in earnest, the two walked down the aisle before departing initially, Fatimah to her bridesmaids and Sulieman to his own friends. "Fathallah, Abu, Mohammad, glad that you could join." Sulieman would smile, before leaning in to Mohammad in a slightly audible whisper. "Political marriages are still a pain in the arse, thank Almighty that polygamy's legal..." he would chuckle nervously, before turning to the north Indian. "And who might you be? A student of the School?"

"Um..." Saanvi blushed slightly, smiling and showing bright teeth. "Yes, yes I am. So far, seems to be a nice place with a few good classes I could get used to."

"Not driven up the wall with some of the people there?" Suleiman asked with slight interest. "You're a woman of sterner stuff."

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Mohammed choked on his water with laughter, before whispering back. "I might know a wonderful place for a honeymoon...away from the honey, if you catch my drift."

"Eh, Prussia would ice my arse if I even walked in. But I'm goin' to a place that's often remarked in Danceria as being a good vacation spot...the Free Lands." Suleiman would sigh. "My kingdom for a drink, she would sound and appear much more beautiful."

Stanislaus perked up. "The Free Lands? A friend of a friend of mine, she's heading there herself in a few weeks...Marie Ernst, her name is."

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

"Um..." Saanvi blushed slightly, smiling and showing bright teeth. "Yes, yes I am. So far, seems to be a nice place with a few good classes I could get used to."

"Not driven up the wall with some of the people there?" Suleiman asked with slight interest. "You're a woman of sterner stuff."

"It's... tolerable, to say the least." Saanvi smiled at Suleiman. "But in all honesty, while this little desert oasis might be beautiful, the terraced fields back where I live are a majesty of its own. The environment's not the only thing I find... different." She raised her eyebrows a bit.

[Danceria]

"Eh, Prussia would ice my arse if I even walked in. But I'm goin' to a place that's often remarked in Danceria as being a good vacation spot...the Free Lands." Suleiman would sigh. "My kingdom for a drink, she would sound and appear much more beautiful."

Stanislaus perked up. "The Free Lands? A friend of a friend of mine, she's heading there herself in a few weeks...Marie Ernst, her name is."

"I'll tell 'er you said "hi" if I bump into her." Suleiman chuckled. "Officially it's for a "meditative retreat". Which basically means I can soak up sun, sketch stuff, and bill everything to the Sisterly Leader, cash in my first vacation..."

"Not driven up the wall with some of the people there?" Suleiman asked with slight interest. "You're a woman of sterner stuff."

"It's... tolerable, to say the least." Saanvi smiled at Suleiman. "But in all honesty, while this little desert oasis might be beautiful, the terraced fields back where I live are a majesty of its own. The environment's not the only thing I find... different." She raised her eyebrows a bit.

"Desert is definitely different than the shores of the Caspian..." Suleiman agreed. "Give me all the palaces in Saranidia, I'd take a humble cow-ranch back in Dagestan over them any day in a heartbeat."

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Stanislaus perked up. "The Free Lands? A friend of a friend of mine, she's heading there herself in a few weeks...Marie Ernst, her name is."

"I'll tell 'er you said "hi" if I bump into her." Suleiman chuckled. "Officially it's for a "meditative retreat". Which basically means I can soak up sun, sketch stuff, and bill everything to the Sisterly Leader, cash in my first vacation..."

"It's... tolerable, to say the least." Saanvi smiled at Suleiman. "But in all honesty, while this little desert oasis might be beautiful, the terraced fields back where I live are a majesty of its own. The environment's not the only thing I find... different." She raised her eyebrows a bit.

"Desert is definitely different than the shores of the Caspian..." Suleiman agreed. "Give me all the palaces in Saranidia, I'd take a humble cow-ranch back in Dagestan over them any day in a heartbeat."

"Well, the moment I step over the Saranidian border, the 'when in Rome' rule applies," offered Saanvi. "Could you tell me more about Dagestan? It sounds like quite a quaint, pretty country."

[Danceria]

"I'll tell 'er you said "hi" if I bump into her." Suleiman chuckled. "Officially it's for a "meditative retreat". Which basically means I can soak up sun, sketch stuff, and bill everything to the Sisterly Leader, cash in my first vacation..."

"Desert is definitely different than the shores of the Caspian..." Suleiman agreed. "Give me all the palaces in Saranidia, I'd take a humble cow-ranch back in Dagestan over them any day in a heartbeat."

"Well, the moment I step over the Saranidian border, the 'when in Rome' rule applies," offered Saanvi. "Could you tell me more about Dagestan? It sounds like quite a quaint, pretty country."

"Dagestan faces the Caspian sea, in Caucasia, southeastern portions of Danceria." Sulieman smiled. "It's not exactly the wealthiest spot in the world, but with rolling plains, temperate seas. The cows outnumber people five to one." he chuckled. "I've been a cow herding nerd longer than I've been Field-Marshal of Saranidia, and prefer to keep myself as that." he smiled. "But what of yourself, madame? What's your home like?"

[Saranidia]

Fatimah says "I am going to the School For Royal Ladies now, Suleiman my lord"

[Danceria]

Fatimah says "I am going to the School For Royal Ladies now, Suleiman my lord"

"That's nice dear." Suleiman smiled, "Though, what will you be studying?"

[Klibakistan]

Sassan walked into a crowd before screaming "For Klibakistan!" and detonating his bomb vest, Klibakistan deny any involvement in this event.

[Saranidia]

Sassan walked into a crowd before screaming "For Klibakistan!" and detonating his bomb vest, Klibakistan deny any involvement in this event.

120 Saranidian guests die as 10 guards pushed Suleiman. Him and Fatimah miraculously survived.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

"Well, the moment I step over the Saranidian border, the 'when in Rome' rule applies," offered Saanvi. "Could you tell me more about Dagestan? It sounds like quite a quaint, pretty country."

"Dagestan faces the Caspian sea, in Caucasia, southeastern portions of Danceria." Sulieman smiled. "It's not exactly the wealthiest spot in the world, but with rolling plains, temperate seas. The cows outnumber people five to one." he chuckled. "I've been a cow herding nerd longer than I've been Field-Marshal of Saranidia, and prefer to keep myself as that." he smiled. "But what of yourself, madame? What's your home like?"

"Well..." Saanvi started. "I hail from northwest India, with some parentage from southeast Pakistan. It doesn't have all the wonders of the modern world, but it certainly has the beauties and antiquity of the classical world. Crops of rice and tea, orange sunsets, and naturally, we have cows too." She chuckled. "And naturally, there is the Taj Mahal." She winked, as she began to trail off a bit. "Dagestan sounds quite lovely in itself, though-"

"COVER!" Fathallah suddenly hollered, diving into the pair along with the guards and drawing, racking the slide on his PPK, catching Abu and Mohammed with an outstretched arm right after. Saanvi screamed, a shrill echo piercing against the walls of the mosque.

He trained his sights on the bomber, but before he could pull his trigger, it was all over.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

While it went largely unnoticed, commotion from the mosque's minaret could be heard. As Harper felt the pressure wave from the blast, he instinctively shoved down Erika, before he himself ducked under the sandstone balcony wall.

"Shit! Contact, contact! Son of a bitch! Why didn't we see this fucker before?!" Harper growled over the radio,. "Aisha, copy! Simon, copy! Bashar, copy!"

"I'm good. Lots of people aren't, though." Simon spoke, low into his earphone. Harper could tell the hard-as-nails Exodian was glued to his rifle's sights as he swept the outside and inside of the mosque for any more threats.

"Bashar's hit in the stomach! I have to stabilize him!"
Aisha's worrying cry would be easily remembered by Harper in the months, perhaps years to come. "Will he make it?"

A grunt and a howl came over the airwaves, accompanied by a sucking deep breath.
"I'll be fine... just fine, kiddo... I'l... make it..."

"We need extraction, right now, but we can't break our cover. If more shooting happens, he dies. He'll make it but he's in no condition to fight... or do much else." Aisha said.

"Is our objective okay, at least? What about our boy and girl, as well as the Prussian-Poles?" Harper tried to make the best out of the hell-stricken situation as he could.

"They're mostly fine, except maybe a little shell-shocked and frazzled. They were with the objective's group, which took very little of the blast." Simon spoke, breathless.

[Saranidia]

"Dagestan faces the Caspian sea, in Caucasia, southeastern portions of Danceria." Sulieman smiled. "It's not exactly the wealthiest spot in the world, but with rolling plains, temperate seas. The cows outnumber people five to one." he chuckled. "I've been a cow herding nerd longer than I've been Field-Marshal of Saranidia, and prefer to keep myself as that." he smiled. "But what of yourself, madame? What's your home like?"

"Well..." Saanvi started. "I hail from northwest India, with some parentage from southeast Pakistan. It doesn't have all the wonders of the modern world, but it certainly has the beauties and antiquity of the classical world. Crops of rice and tea, orange sunsets, and naturally, we have cows too." She chuckled. "And naturally, there is the Taj Mahal." She winked, as she began to trail off a bit. "Dagestan sounds quite lovely in itself, though-"

"COVER!" Fathallah suddenly hollered, diving into the pair along with the guards and drawing, racking the slide on his PPK, catching Abu and Mohammed with an outstretched arm right after. Saanvi screamed, a shrill echo piercing against the walls of the mosque.

He trained his sights on the bomber, but before he could pull his trigger, it was all over.

OOC: is Saanvi dead?

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

"Well..." Saanvi started. "I hail from northwest India, with some parentage from southeast Pakistan. It doesn't have all the wonders of the modern world, but it certainly has the beauties and antiquity of the classical world. Crops of rice and tea, orange sunsets, and naturally, we have cows too." She chuckled. "And naturally, there is the Taj Mahal." She winked, as she began to trail off a bit. "Dagestan sounds quite lovely in itself, though-"

"COVER!" Fathallah suddenly hollered, diving into the pair along with the guards and drawing, racking the slide on his PPK, catching Abu and Mohammed with an outstretched arm right after. Saanvi screamed, a shrill echo piercing against the walls of the mosque.

He trained his sights on the bomber, but before he could pull his trigger, it was all over.

OOC: is Saanvi dead?

She's not, she was with Suleiman and was protected by Fathallah and the guards.

OOC: I advise you to check PPC's post on the OOC thread to evaluate for godmodding.

[Saranidia]

OOC: is Saanvi dead?

She's not, she was with Suleiman and was protected by Fathallah and the guards.

OOC: I advise you to check PPC's post on the OOC thread to evaluate for godmodding.

OOC: thanks

[Saranidia]

OOC: is Saanvi dead?

She's not, she was with Suleiman and was protected by Fathallah and the guards.

OOC: I advise you to check PPC's post on the OOC thread to evaluate for godmodding.

OOC: thanks

[Saranidia]

Fatimah said to Suleiman "do you want to have any other wives as well? I do not mind in fact I would like the company and support of another women with the same husband."

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Fatimah said to Suleiman "do you want to have any other wives as well? I do not mind in fact I would like the company and support of another women with the same husband."

OOC: laughs nervously in German/Polish

[Danceria]

Fatimah said to Suleiman "do you want to have any other wives as well? I do not mind in fact I would like the company and support of another women with the same husband."

"Trying to get rid of me that easy?" he chuckled. "Let's see how I do with one first...besides, you'll have a small army of support. Both from your and my own family. Unless...this was just merely a political marriage and you actually bat for the other team." For whatever reason, be it sincere or no, Sulieman seemed rather jovial this day.

[Diarcesia]

Sassan walked into a crowd before screaming "For Klibakistan!" and detonating his bomb vest, Klibakistan deny any involvement in this event.

"Shit!" Salil Ahmad, the Utei-do-Odri (King of the Odris, in Odrioya) and the Diarcesian representative exclaimed as he tried to process what had just happened. My suspicions are proven right in this godforsaken land. Thank the gods I didn't bring my wife here

"Uhh... ouch," He groaned as he was thrown to the ground by the force of the blast.

And he still hasn't come around to congratulating Suleiman yet. It's now on one of his top priorities for the day.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Sassan walked into a crowd before screaming "For Klibakistan!" and detonating his bomb vest, Klibakistan deny any involvement in this event.

"Shit!" Salil Ahmad, the Utei-do-Odri (King of the Odris, in Odrioya) and the Diarcesian representative exclaimed as he tried to process what had just happened. My suspicions are proven right in this godforsaken land. Thank the gods I didn't bring my wife here

"Uhh... ouch," He groaned as he was thrown to the ground by the force of the blast.

And he still hasn't come around to congratulating Suleiman yet. It's now on one of his top priorities for the day.

OOC: Pretty sure the bombing was retconned.

[Munkchester]

George Fenwick arrives.

[Saranidia]

George Fenwick arrives.

OOC: I accept you but ideally you should have filled in the application form.

[Saranidia]

George Fenwick arrives.

An Al-Saranidi General and his wife, a Sufi Sheikha welcome him with the tradition Islamic greeting "As-salaam alaykum"(peace be unto you).


A waiter then says to him "Would you like tea or coffee, Lord-President Fenwick?"

[Saranidia]

George Fenwick arrives.

An Al-Saranidi General and his wife, a Sufi Sheikha welcome him with the tradition Islamic greeting "As-salaam alaykum"(peace be unto you).


A waiter then says to him "Would you like tea or coffee, Lord-President Fenwick?"