SEC Conference (Closed, ATTN: SEC Members)

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour said to the Osthian, in a extremely mocking and nasty tone "Yes, Master. I do everything you say master. Please don't beat me master." He then returned to his book, and mumbled to himself, quietly "Snoobish little old fag."

Something snapped in the seventy year old man. Never before had he met such a man as rude as he. With one fluid motion, Sforka brought his cane across on Cavour's cheek. "How dare you say that! You have just left your country vulnerable. Osthia will not help your nation when you ask!"

Cavour yelled "Oh no! No!" His cheek began to bruise and Cavour said to the Osthian, in a nasty tone "You little old fucker! You have just caused a diplomatic incident between Royal Calathonia and Osthia. I am reporting this to the Empress promptly." Cavour then got up, with his hands clenched in fists.

[Osthia]

Something snapped in the seventy year old man. Never before had he met such a man as rude as he. With one fluid motion, Sforka brought his cane across on Cavour's cheek. "How dare you say that! You have just left your country vulnerable. Osthia will not help your nation when you ask!"

Cavour yelled "Oh no! No!" His cheek began to bruise and Cavour said to the Osthian, in a nasty tone "You little old fucker! You have just caused a diplomatic incident between Royal Calathonia and Osthia. I am reporting this to the Empress promptly." Cavour then got up, with his hands clenched in fists.

"And what power does she hold over His Majesty, Emperor Arathor, the one who helped her on the throne in the first place? I will tolerate some disrespect, but go too far, and I will hurt you again."

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour yelled "Oh no! No!" His cheek began to bruise and Cavour said to the Osthian, in a nasty tone "You little old fucker! You have just caused a diplomatic incident between Royal Calathonia and Osthia. I am reporting this to the Empress promptly." Cavour then got up, with his hands clenched in fists.

"And what power does she hold over His Majesty, Emperor Arathor, the one who helped her on the throne in the first place? I will tolerate some disrespect, but go too far, and I will hurt you again."

Cavour said, holding his face, "You little bastard! Oh you little bastard!" Cavour then began walking towards Sforka and said "You little fucker! You know this is a diplomatic incident, you know! You know! Guards!" Royal Calathonian guards came in. Cavour told them what had happened, and one of the guards said to Sforka, with anger on his face "Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave."

[Osthia]

"And what power does she hold over His Majesty, Emperor Arathor, the one who helped her on the throne in the first place? I will tolerate some disrespect, but go too far, and I will hurt you again."

Cavour said, holding his face, "You little bastard! Oh you little bastard!" Cavour then began walking towards Sforka and said "You little fucker! You know this is a diplomatic incident, you know! You know! Guards!" Royal Calathonian guards came in. Cavour told them what had happened, and one of the guards said to Sforka, with anger on his face "Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave."

"Or what? You arrest me?" He took out his cane, and some Osthian guards came to his defense. "Perhaps, gentlemen, you should reconsider trying to arrest an Osthian diploamt. Your country depends on Osthia for protection, much needed protection. So if you wish for any hopes of being defended by Osthia, you will withdraw."

[St George of England]

Edward stood and his entourage moved into action. "You have no control over anyone else's presence here, sir. You have control over your own presence. If you feel the need to insult fellow delegates, then perhaps you should retire yourself from diplomacy."

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour said, holding his face, "You little bastard! Oh you little bastard!" Cavour then began walking towards Sforka and said "You little fucker! You know this is a diplomatic incident, you know! You know! Guards!" Royal Calathonian guards came in. Cavour told them what had happened, and one of the guards said to Sforka, with anger on his face "Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave."

"Or what? You arrest me?" He took out his cane, and some Osthian guards came to his defense. "Perhaps, gentlemen, you should reconsider trying to arrest an Osthian diploamt. Your country depends on Osthia for protection, much needed protection. So if you wish for any hopes of being defended by Osthia, you will withdraw."

The Royal Calathonian guards took out their guns as defense, although they remained back. Cavour came to the front, looking at Sforka and said, in a nasty tone "You little bastard! Your actions have severe consquences. I am telling the Empress, and she will possibly close down the Royal Calathonian embassy in your capital. She might also order you to vacate your embassy in our capital. Tariffs and restrictions on economic relations might be imposed."

[Osthia]

"Or what? You arrest me?" He took out his cane, and some Osthian guards came to his defense. "Perhaps, gentlemen, you should reconsider trying to arrest an Osthian diploamt. Your country depends on Osthia for protection, much needed protection. So if you wish for any hopes of being defended by Osthia, you will withdraw."

The Royal Calathonian guards took out their guns as defense, although they remained back. Cavour came to the front, looking at Sforka and said, in a nasty tone "You little bastard! Your actions have severe consquences. I am telling the Empress, and she will possibly close down the Royal Calathonian embassy in your capital. She might also order you to vacate your embassy in our capital. Tariffs and restrictions on economic relations might be imposed." H

"Your economy will be crippled if you do any such thing. And I agree with Mr. Edward. Perhaps you should resign from foreign affairs for your nation. And you," he said to the Calathonian guards. "Put your guns down. My men won't shoot you unless you decide to shoot me or arrest me."

[Royal Calathonia]

The Royal Calathonian guards took out their guns as defense, although they remained back. Cavour came to the front, looking at Sforka and said, in a nasty tone "You little bastard! Your actions have severe consquences. I am telling the Empress, and she will possibly close down the Royal Calathonian embassy in your capital. She might also order you to vacate your embassy in our capital. Tariffs and restrictions on economic relations might be imposed." H

"Your economy will be crippled if you do any such thing. And I agree with Mr. Edward. Perhaps you should resign from foreign affairs for your nation. And you," he said to the Calathonian guards. "Put your guns down. My men won't shoot you unless you decide to shoot me or arrest me."

Cavour said "Our economy is actually strong, without Osthian support. Around 95% of Royal Calathonia's exports are to other nations besides Osthia, especially those not allied to you. And anyways, most investment in our nation is Royal Calathonian." However, the guards put their guns down and told Cavour "Sir, you should really calm down." Cavour yelled at them and said "Why did you put your guns down! No! You stupid fools!"

[St George of England]

Prince Mathew finally decided to interject himself. He stood, still smoking on his pipe, and walked to inbetween the two parties. "Gentlemen, could we perhaps put our toys away and get back to business?" He asked, seemingly unaware of the guys held by both parties. "Last time I checked we were all allies here." He turned to Cavour. "You sir, have a mark across your face. I suggest you retire yourself to a room where you can mask it. It would give you time to calm down." He turned to the Osthian. "I have long admired your country, and your career has been part of my reading for many years. Perhaps we could exchange ideas at a later time. If, of course," He said. "you can avoid being arrested."

[Osthia]

"Your economy will be crippled if you do any such thing. And I agree with Mr. Edward. Perhaps you should resign from foreign affairs for your nation. And you," he said to the Calathonian guards. "Put your guns down. My men won't shoot you unless you decide to shoot me or arrest me."

Cavour said "Our economy is actually strong, without Osthian support. Around 95% of Royal Calathonia's exports are to other nations besides Osthia, especially those not allied to you. And anyways, most investment in our nation is Royal Calathonian." However, the guards put their guns down and told Cavour "Sir, you should really calm down." Cavour yelled at them and said "Why did you put your guns down! No! You stupid fools!"

"Mr. Cavour, I strongly suggest you do as your guards tell you. You are not fit to act as a diplomat if you are so ready to insult every other diplomat who may hold the key to the fate of Calathonia in their hands."

[Royal Calathonia]

Prince Mathew finally decided to interject himself. He stood, still smoking on his pipe, and walked to inbetween the two parties. "Gentlemen, could we perhaps put our toys away and get back to business?" He asked, seemingly unaware of the guys held by both parties. "Last time I checked we were all allies here." He turned to Cavour. "You sir, have a mark across your face. I suggest you retire yourself to a room where you can mask it. It would give you time to calm down." He turned to the Osthian. "I have long admired your country, and your career has been part of my reading for many years. Perhaps we could exchange ideas at a later time. If, of course," He said. "you can avoid being arrested."

Cavour said "I want that Osthian motherfucker to apologize to me! I want him to apologize!" The Royal Calathonian guards starting putting their guns away, although remaining on active alert.

[St George of England]

"Then I suggest your government lodge a formal protest over his actions with the government of Osthia." Mathew said. "This is not the example I thought would be set when I asked my nephew to accompany me to this summit."

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour finally said "All right. I am going to calm down." He then snarled at the Osthian delegate and said "Alright then. But one more thing." Cavour took a glass cup he found on the table and threw it right at the Osthian, aimed at his eyes meant for revenge for his caning by that Osthian. It would surely blind him. The guards of Cavour said "Sir, that was not needed. Come with us sir."

[Reformed Britannia]

"Ah, my wife's doing splendidly. As for a vacation, why that'd be-" at that moment, James glanced over at the diplomatic incident waiting to happen at Cavour was confronted by Sforka. Guards rushing in, weapons and all that-the scene looked very familiar.
"Just like old times, eh John?" James chuckled a little, before stepping between Cavour and Sforka.

"Gentlemen, I must beg of you to calm down. While I certainly do not agree with this man's opinion regarding children, particularly his effective dismissal of all children-therefore including my own little Siobhan-it is his opinion, and he is entitled to it." James then motioned to Sforka, and looked directly at Cavour.
"However, you should not be so quick to use such harsh language and gross disrespect to this man. He's been alive for longer than you or I, I'll wager, and he deserves respect as an elder, let alone Osthian nobility." James turned to Sforka, and bowed.

"Therefore gentlemen, I implore you to just forget about this so we may avoid an internal war which could tear the SEC apart. We don't want another Grecht War Peace Conference on our diplomatic records; we are not mindless fools. We are esteemed representatives of our nations, and we are supposed to be representative of the nation as a whole. Turning this conference into a diplomatic incident would reflect poorly on all of us." It was then that Cavour threw the glass; with lightning-quick reflexes, James swatted it out of the air. The look he gave Cavour was a bone-chilling stare, and he leaned towards the man, almost as if daring him to try something else.

[Ulthrani]

OOC: Going onto duty, don't do anything radical kiddies, oh, you'll know why Aurelius is kind of angry in my next post

[Royal Calathonia]

"Ah, my wife's doing splendidly. As for a vacation, why that'd be-" at that moment, James glanced over at the diplomatic incident waiting to happen at Cavour was confronted by Sforka. Guards rushing in, weapons and all that-the scene looked very familiar.
"Just like old times, eh John?" James chuckled a little, before stepping between Cavour and Sforka.

"Gentlemen, I must beg of you to calm down. While I certainly do not agree with this man's opinion regarding children, particularly his effective dismissal of all children-therefore including my own little Siobhan-it is his opinion, and he is entitled to it." James then motioned to Sforka, and looked directly at Cavour.
"However, you should not be so quick to use such harsh language and gross disrespect to this man. He's been alive for longer than you or I, I'll wager, and he deserves respect as an elder, let alone Osthian nobility." James turned to Sforka, and bowed.

"Therefore gentlemen, I implore you to just forget about this so we may avoid an internal war which could tear the SEC apart. We don't want another Grecht War Peace Conference on our diplomatic records; we are not mindless fools. We are esteemed representatives of our nations, and we are supposed to be representative of the nation as a whole. Turning this conference into a diplomatic incident would reflect poorly on all of us." It was then that Cavour threw the glass; with lightning-quick reflexes, James swatted it out of the air. The look he gave Cavour was a bone-chilling stare, and he leaned towards the man, almost as if daring him to try something else.

Cavour snarled at James and said "You little bastard! The Osthian caned me, so he deserves to be blinded!" Cavour took another object and threw it high in the air at the Osthian. He said "Take that, motherfucker." The guards came up and said to Cavour "Sir, stop it!"

[Itailian Maifias]

John was about to replay as James walked away. When he saw the glass being thrown and James swatting it away, John's hand immediately fell to the LY46 under his jacket, his hand ready to pull the gun and use it if needed. He also gave the delegate a cold hard stare, as if daring him to pull something to give John an excuse to shoot him

[Itailian Maifias]

John was about to replay as James walked away. When he saw the glass being thrown and James swatting it away, John's hand immediately fell to the LY46 under his jacket, his hand ready to pull the gun and use it if needed. He also gave the delegate a cold hard stare, as if daring him to pull something to give John an excuse to shoot him

[Royal Calathonia]

John was about to replay as James walked away. When he saw the glass being thrown and James swatting it away, John's hand immediately fell to the LY46 under his jacket, his hand ready to pull the gun and use it if needed. He also gave the delegate a cold hard stare, as if daring him to pull something to give John an excuse to shoot him

Cavour was angered and yelled "You bastards! Everybody concerned about me, thinking I'm the wrong guy. What about that bastard Osthian! He caned me in the face, so should he be punished? That old fucker should die, for all I care."

[Reformed Britannia]

James' eyes narrowed even further, and he stomped across the floor towards Cavour, fury practically venting from his every pore. As opposed to his rather demure and calm attitude during the conference, this was a fiery display of anger-and as the ex-army officer thundered towards Cavour, his expression did not change. The room echoed with his powerful, rage-filled footfalls as he rached to grab Cavour's arms and hold them fast in an iron grip. His chest was broad and shieldlike, and his shoulders were completely levelled out. He may not have been in the army anymore, but he still possessed the physical strength boot camp had given him.

He leaned in towards Cavour, so that his face was just a few inches away. James looked directly into the man's eyes; James' normally sea-green irises had a dark and stormy quality to them as he did so.
"Sir, if you please," he said in a low tone, uncharacteristic for someone who was in a state of anger like he was.
"While I do not appreciate being called a 'little bastard', I am sure that Count Sforka is not enamored with your attempts at blinding him. He caned you after you showed disrespect to him, the delegates from St. Georges, as well as our families; trying to blind him for it out of sheer pride is not a fair recompense. Now please, calm down, and we can return to this like gentlemen."

[St George of England]

John was about to replay as James walked away. When he saw the glass being thrown and James swatting it away, John's hand immediately fell to the LY46 under his jacket, his hand ready to pull the gun and use it if needed. He also gave the delegate a cold hard stare, as if daring him to pull something to give John an excuse to shoot him

Cavour was angered and yelled "You bastards! Everybody concerned about me, thinking I'm the wrong guy. What about that bastard Osthian! He caned me in the face, so should he be punished? That old fucker should die, for all I care."

Mathew, to the shock of everyone in his Royal Party, actually grabbed Cavour by the arm and pulled him away. "I have already suggested a course of action to you. I highly reccommend you take it. You do yourself and your country no favours here." He whispered.

[Royal Calathonia]

snip, down below

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour broke away from the St Georges repersenative, and said "That Osthian fucker caned me! He caned me! He deserves to die. Thy Osthian's blood splatter on the floor!" That's when Cavour's guards came up, pointing their guns at Cavour, and said "Count Camillo de Cavour, you are under arrest, by orders of the Empress, for disrupting a diplomatic conference." Cavour laughed and said "Are you joking?" The guards said, "No sir, the Empress herself is not pleased at your behavior, and is ordering your arrrest. Surrender now, Cavour."

[The Matthew Islands]

King Gilligan stood up chuckling. He turned to Capone.
"Before we leave, see about getting that Osthian chap as my bodyguard, no-one would dare mess with us."
Turning to face the other diplomats, he walked over to Matthew, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Sir, while the actions of this man are completely unacceptable, you must release him. You have no right to handle a diplomat like that while he is guarded under diplomatic immunity. The relevant authorities will deal with it."

[Reformed Britannia]

James sighed with relief, knowing that Cavour could do no more damage. He turned and walked over to Lynch, glancing back at Cavour every now and then.
"Well, crisis averted. Somewhat. Our Ulthranian hosts may not react so jovially to armed guards in the conference room." James took out his Royal Reserve cigar, cut it, and brought up his silver-plated lighter. He inhaled the sweet-smelling smoke, tinged with earthy notes-Gathustrian tobacco, no mistake, he thought to himself, smiling. He exhaled a stream of smoke, and watched it waft in gentle curves towards the ceiling.

"I hope you'll excuse me, gentlemen. I was saving this for a special occasion, but my nerves are shot." James inhaled again, visibly relaxing as the smoke coursed through him. He was not a dedicated smoker, but he did enjoy the odd Gathustrian cigar roughly once every two months. He looked over at Aleera, Felicia and Marie, who were at the entrance of the conference room and probably a little miffed at what had happened.
"What disturbs me the most isn't that this little scenario played out, but that it played out in front of some well-born and distinguished women."