New Carthaginian Royal Wedding [RP-IC][See OP For More]

[New Carthagea]

Completely unaware of any of the happenings, the busy King Christophe comes and greets Mustafa, "Greetings Sir! It has been a rather busy day for me, with all the politics of forming a new government and then getting to know about the current happenings in occupied Tunisia. Anyways, I hope it wasn't a boring day for you, and you had something fun to do. Then again, I don't find a lot of the dignitaries anywhere? Have you seen them anywhere? "

“Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh...” Mustafa stammers. “So, u- th-the, when I left to go sleep, they uh, ya know what. I’ll just show you.” Mustafa leads Christophe to the main scene of the action.

"WHY ARE ALL THESE GUYS UNCONSCIOUS!" exclaims Christophe. Hearing him, Margaret enters the scene and is appalled, too.

[Greatdux]

"Umm.. I didn’t do all of this. Ross and ze others done this. Also, hi Chris!"
said Határ Katár, in his first encounter with King Christophe.

[Insaanistan]

"Umm.. I didn’t do all of this. Ross and ze others done this. Also, hi Chris!"
said Határ Katár, in his first encounter with King Christophe.

“Masks on guys. You think they’re still alive?” questions Mustafa.

[New Carthagea]

"I honestly don't know. You guys take care of this, I'm gonna find that son of a b***h Ross and make him pay for doing THIS shit at my sister's wedding."
Saying so, Chris storms out the scene. Margaret follows him, alarmed.

[Insaanistan]

"I honestly don't know. You guys take care of this, I'm gonna find that son of a b***h Ross and make him pay for doing THIS shit at my sister's wedding."
Saying so, Chris storms out the scene. Margaret follows him, alarmed.

“Uh, Chris.” Mustafa says. “You know he’s in the ocean, right? You really wanna risk your life for revenge. I’m Hausa, and even I think that’s a bit much.”

[Greatdux]

"I honestly don't know. You guys take care of this, I'm gonna find that son of a b***h Ross and make him pay for doing THIS shit at my sister's wedding."
Saying so, Chris storms out the scene. Margaret follows him, alarmed.

"... some real sh*t is about to happen."

"I honestly don't know. You guys take care of this, I'm gonna find that son of a b***h Ross and make him pay for doing THIS shit at my sister's wedding."
Saying so, Chris storms out the scene. Margaret follows him, alarmed.

“Uh, Chris.” Mustafa says. “You know he’s in the ocean, right? You really wanna risk your life for revenge. I’m Hausa, and even I think that’s a bit much.”

"I agree with this, even if I’m a Hungaro-Asian-Nordic."

[New Carthagea]

"I honestly don't know. You guys take care of this, I'm gonna find that son of a b***h Ross and make him pay for doing THIS shit at my sister's wedding."
Saying so, Chris storms out the scene. Margaret follows him, alarmed.

“Uh, Chris.” Mustafa says. “You know he’s in the ocean, right? You really wanna risk your life for revenge. I’m Hausa, and even I think that’s a bit much.”

"Well, you are right. It might be a bit too much. But just so that bastard knows, thank to his antics, I will NOT pay his country reparations for the war. They can go to the courts or cry like a baby wherever they want. This is what they get for messing with me. After all, I have the US of A behind me!"
Towards the end of the sentence, Christophe gives a weird smirk. Then, he puts on an irritated face, says he needs to take some rest, and leaves.

[Insaanistan]

“Uh, Chris.” Mustafa says. “You know he’s in the ocean, right? You really wanna risk your life for revenge. I’m Hausa, and even I think that’s a bit much.”

"Well, you are right. It might be a bit too much. But just so that bastard knows, thank to his antics, I will NOT pay his country reparations for the war. They can go to the courts or cry like a baby wherever they want. This is what they get for messing with me. After all, I have the US of A behind me!"
Towards the end of the sentence, Christophe gives a weird smirk. Then, he puts on an irritated face, says he needs to take some rest, and leaves.

Mustafa smiles. “Alright then.” Then he frowns, remembering the multitude of possibly dead bodies around him. “Oh, right! Okay, let’s drag them out of here. And examine them immediately!”

[Greatdux]

"Well, you are right. It might be a bit too much. But just so that bastard knows, thank to his antics, I will NOT pay his country reparations for the war. They can go to the courts or cry like a baby wherever they want. This is what they get for messing with me. After all, I have the US of A behind me!"
Towards the end of the sentence, Christophe gives a weird smirk. Then, he puts on an irritated face, says he needs to take some rest, and leaves.

Mustafa smiles. “Alright then.” Then he frowns, remembering the multitude of possibly dead bodies around him. “Oh, right! Okay, let’s drag them out of here. And examine them immediately!”

"Agreeable!"

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa smiles. “Alright then.” Then he frowns, remembering the multitude of possibly dead bodies around him. “Oh, right! Okay, let’s drag them out of here. And examine them immediately!”

"Agreeable!"

Hátar and Mustafa drag the bodies into a vacant chamber and examine them.
“This one’s dead.” Mustafa calls out.

[Beryti]

"I will also take a gas mask, and I personally am not swimming out in the ocean to retrieve that maniac," Wilhelm says.

"Ok!"
Katár hands out 2 of his 5 gas masks. There are now 3 gas masks left.

"I will take one as well, and I am also not going to be swimming out to any ocean today.", Faisal declares.

[Greatdux]

"Ok!"
Katár hands out 2 of his 5 gas masks. There are now 3 gas masks left.

"I will take one as well, and I am also not going to be swimming out to any ocean today.", Faisal declares.

"Ok, approved."
Katár hands out 1 of his 3 left gas masks. There is now 2 left.

"Agreeable!"

Hátar and Mustafa drag the bodies into a vacant chamber and examine them.
“This one’s dead.” Mustafa calls out.

"Aight, and next?"

[Insaanistan]

"I will take one as well, and I am also not going to be swimming out to any ocean today.", Faisal declares.

"Ok, approved."
Katár hands out 1 of his 3 left gas masks. There is now 2 left.

Hátar and Mustafa drag the bodies into a vacant chamber and examine them.
“This one’s dead.” Mustafa calls out.

"Aight, and next?"

“Dead.” Mustafa shakes his head and moves on the next one. “ALIVE!” He yells “This one’s alive! Anyone know who he is?”

[Wuchu]

Splash!

"Huh?" asked the KIng.

The guards spun around, "Looks like someone's in the water."

"Well, let's ask this fellow, uhh... Kotera I think, who that was. In the mean time, weapons out. Is that Uzi still in the car?"

"Yeah, we didn't clear it for the festivities."

"I don't think that matters anymore. Get it on the chopper, I want it hear NOW!" He hailed Kotera, "Hey, who just hit the water?"

I spun around on me heel towards the direction of the shouts. Yelling at us - or at least, towards us - waving, was a well-dressed royalty-looking shmuck.

"Who just hit the water?" I repeated the question to myself, before my side to Pentti, and repeating once again, "Who just hit the water?"

"I think it was Ross," he said to me.

"I think it was Alastair!" I yelled out to the royals in a pretend-panic. "Quick, get him out of there!"

I quickly hid my face in an attempt to hide my smile.

Pentti faced me with a stern look. I think he was about to slap me, but I dragged him by the shirt towards the north of the property before he could raise his hand. Scrambling around, looking like we were doing a lot, when really, we were doing nothing, we somehow ended up out of sight, beneath the castle walls.

The ground was completely flooded with some liquid. It reached all the way to our knees.

"Did you just take me to a sewer?" Pentti asked, as we dragged our feet through the substance with minimal resistance. "Again?"

"I thought you liked sewers," I said, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. "Sewer-rat."

"That was one time, and it wasn't a sewer, it was a water pipeline."

"Whatever you say," I said. "Sewer-rat."

[Western Fardelshufflestein]

Wilhelm caught the gas mask Ross tossed him and slipped it over his head. If this man wants to kill us, fine. Let him face the consequences on the world stage. He backed up as a strange man stumbled into the corridor and subsequently collapsed, but his eyes were alight with wrath, and he was on the verge of assaulting this freak.

"I'm jealous, now, aren't I? Because you...run around blowing s#%& up?" He raised his eyebrows. "Fine, then. Shoot me. Put a bullet through my stomach. See if I care. And you think I have a position of power in ze government? Hilarious." Ross could not get to him without first shooting one of Wilhelm's guards, which put both him and them on edge. "'Tis funny that you think being a man constitutes being violent." His voice was calm not. Dangerously calm. "I bet thou plan'st to shoot me, because that's much simpler than actually facing thy problems."

He dropped down and shot the guard square in the sternum.

Standing up, he pointed the gun square at Wilhelm's jaw.

He moved toward him like the Grim Reaper coming to take away a soul. Not fast, not slow, just a gentle float, almost.

Wilhelm tried to detect a hint of emotion in Ross's eyes, but there was none. Just business. Ross was not joking about shooting him.

Damn.

He positioned himself five feet away from the target, just like he had down hundreds of times before. He raised his revolver with one hand, bringing it onto target.

Rage went to panic. For once in his life, Wilhelm knew he was going to die. He was going to go to Hell, probably, and be forced to watch as Marie and Alastair became angels. This was the end of his line. He hoped that, for an instant, he hadn't been such an ass to Alastair, or to Marie, and that he had truly changed his ways.

It was like he was drowning, and couldn't get to the surface. He was going to drown, and he knew it.

And Wilhelm broke down and cried.

Ross stood.

Have I finally won?

Ross raised his revolver once more and fired.

The shot blew apart one of the filters of the mask. Wilhelm sunk to the floor, unconscious.

Ross walked upstairs, grabbed Wilhelm's Bible, and left a page open before he left the room.

The Parable of the Unforgiving Servant
21 Then Peter came up and said to him, “Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?” 22 Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you seven times, but seventy-seven times.

23 “Therefore the kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who wished to settle accounts with his servants.[g] 24 When he began to settle, one was brought to him who owed him ten thousand talents.[h] 25 And since he could not pay, his master ordered him to be sold, with his wife and children and all that he had, and payment to be made. 26 So the servant fell on his knees, imploring him, ‘Have patience with me, and I will pay you everything.’ 27 And out of pity for him, the master of that servant released him and forgave him the debt. 28 But when that same servant went out, he found one of his fellow servants who owed him a hundred denarii,[j] and seizing him, he began to choke him, saying, ‘Pay what you owe.’ 29 So his fellow servant fell down and pleaded with him, ‘Have patience with me, and I will pay you.’ 30 He refused and went and put him in prison until he should pay the debt. 31 When his fellow servants saw what had taken place, they were greatly distressed, and they went and reported to their master all that had taken place. 32 Then his master summoned him and said to him, ‘You wicked servant! I forgave you all that debt because you pleaded with me. 33 And should not you have had mercy on your fellow servant, as I had mercy on you?’ 34 And in anger his master delivered him to the jailers,[k] until he should pay all his debt. 35 So also my heavenly Father will do to every one of you, if you do not forgive your brother from your heart.”

"Sweet dreams, tovarish."

Wilhelm flinched as Ross aimed the gun at his face. By God, he's actually going to shoot me, the bastard's gone out of control! He concentrated on clearing his mind, on focusing on the joyful memories of his daughter and nieces and nephew and, yes, Alastair, and began to wish he had brought with him a sidearm. Bloody freak--

How would Sophia react if he got shot and killed? She would be half-orphaned at the age of eight with no father figure to guide her, and Alastair--the idiot would completely lose it.

But Ross shot one of Wilhelm's guards first.

Wilhelm let out a shout, then became rigid, for he realized his exposed position. He lacked a bulletproof vest, unlike the guard, for he had not anticipated he would be attacked by the Walking War Crime--and his only uninjured guard was not firing on Ross point-blank. "Fire," Wilhelm ordered, "fire upon him--."

Was this it? Was he going to be shot down by the hands of a nut job who did not care that Wilhelm himself was unarmed? He might have trembled, he might have shed a tear or two thinking of Sophia, but he never got the chance to call Ross out. For just then, Ross fired into Wilhelm's gas mask.

The bullet narrowly missed embedding itself into Wilhelm's jaw as it punctured the mask and threw him onto the ground. It grazed his cheek and rocketed into the far wall with a deafening bang that exploded in Wilhelm's ears.

Wilhelm lay on the ground in a state of shock, stunned and unable to move. His terror led him into unconsciousness, and he sense Ross standing near him, sensed his final guard desperately trying to signal for help, and wondered when James Bond and Mary Sue had sired the menace known as John Ross. Unable to help himself, he passed out, his mind still dwelling on the impossibility of the situation he was in before all faded to blackness.

“Uh, Chris.” Mustafa says. “You know he’s in the ocean, right? You really wanna risk your life for revenge. I’m Hausa, and even I think that’s a bit much.”

"Well, you are right. It might be a bit too much. But just so that bastard knows, thank to his antics, I will NOT pay his country reparations for the war. They can go to the courts or cry like a baby wherever they want. This is what they get for messing with me. After all, I have the US of A behind me!"
Towards the end of the sentence, Christophe gives a weird smirk. Then, he puts on an irritated face, says he needs to take some rest, and leaves.

Marie finally gave up and left a voicemail for Christophe, detailing in as few words as possible what had happened with Alastair. Her husband was still weeping uncontrollably, and his body quaked from grief and drunkenness. He really looked unwell, Marie realized; his skin had taken on a yellowish pallor, and he was definitely wheezing, which likely meant he was catching some sort of illness. The buttons of his shirt strained against his bulging stomach. His hair was shaggy and wild, the circles beneath his eyes were pronounced, his cheeks were a disturbing shade of cherry. There was stubble on his chin and neck, too, which only added to his unkempt appearance, and the odor of alcohol wafted from his skin.

"Your Majesty, get up."

Marie jumped, lifting her head so that she was facing one of her guards. "What? What hap--"

"There has been an incident. We must move thee to a safer location, both of you. Here, we can handle the King--"

Alastair was wrested from Marie's arms and pulled to his feet. He let out a screech and squirmed, desperate to seek solace from his wife.

"Prince Wilhelm has been attacked, Your Majesty. Two of his guards are injured."

"Wha--attacked? This is a wedding--"

"No time! The two of you need to move, now."

"Ok, approved."
Katár hands out 1 of his 3 left gas masks. There is now 2 left.

"Aight, and next?"

“Dead.” Mustafa shakes his head and moves on the next one. “ALIVE!” He yells “This one’s alive! Anyone know who he is?”

Wilhelm groaned as the roaring in his ears dulled to a sharp pain. His eyes were open, or they didn't want to open, he could not tell. But there was a vortex of voices, of sirens, of noise.

He was still alive?

If my face got blown off, I swear on my father's grave that I will track down Ross and exact vengeance.

(OOC: All three of Wilhelm's guards are alive. One has a concussion, another was shot at but is wearing armor, the third just...waited for help to arrive.)

[Socialist Macronesia]

Everyone paused when they heard it.

"Is that Ross... Singing?"

"Sounds like Phil Collins!"

"Phil Collins? What's he doing here?"

Guards fanned across the landscape, looking for Ross. One of them rushed behind a hill.

He came out with a tape recorder.

"We f'd up. He's gotta be inside now. Who knows where he is?"

---

Ross tucked his head down. He walked up to the door. The guard outside was gone now, probably looking for himself. Ross shot three rounds of his IS-12 through the lock, and booted open the door. Two or three database managers sat next to a secure modem. Ross gunned them all down. Wasting no time, he walked to the server bank, and pulled out every drive he could find on the servers. Next, he clipped the device attached to the modem off, which he had paid a disgruntled technician a million dollars to do. But the contents of the drives and the data that had passed through the modem were worth billions. He put them all in his duffle bag, and quietly, yet quickly, sprinted across the complex.

Ross had just broken several GA resolutions now. Even if he made it onto embassy grounds, Ross had no doubt they would ignore any of his protections. But that wasn't about to matter. Now, Ross had paid off generals. The army would be told to stand down unless Chris or his wife intervened. Which they no doubt would.

Which is why he'd brought... it. But he had to get to it first.

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa visits the ward where Wilhelm and his guards are being held.
“Is he stable?” Mustafa asks the doctor.

[Western Fardelshufflestein]

Mustafa visits the ward where Wilhelm and his guards are being held.
“Is he stable?” Mustafa asks the doctor.

OOC: I don't think they're in the hospital yet, just getting dragged from the corridor where they were attacked.

[Socialist Macronesia]

"Kotera? Do you want to blow stuff up and commit war crimes? If so, follow me. Bring a can of spray paint. Yeah, your friend can come."

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa visits the ward where Wilhelm and his guards are being held.
“Is he stable?” Mustafa asks the doctor.

OOC: I don't think they're in the hospital yet, just getting dragged from the corridor where they were attacked.

OOC: I mean, you said sirens I think, so I assumed it was in a hospital. Let’s just assume the castle has a small hospital area I guess.

[Wuchu]

"Kotera? Do you want to blow stuff up and commit war crimes? If so, follow me. Bring a can of spray paint. Yeah, your friend can come."

Our squabble was interrupted by the distinct voice of Ross. Pentti immediately shook his head no, but I was already getting my cans out of my back bag, halfway across the room.

"God, if we get arrested, I'm not paying off the Supreme Court again," Pentti said, while reluctantly making his way towards Ross and me. "RBG's dead, anyway, so it's not like there's anyone to bribe."

[Kiu Ghesik]

Ari woke up coughing. She had... something in her mouth, quite a lot of it, in fact, and it tasted like punch. It was for the best, then, that the first thing she did was roll on her side and shudder, spattering the stuff across the floor. After a moment staring at the drink half-consciously, she collapsed again, her head spinning and her stomach threatening to spew its contents into the pool of spiked punch in front of her. She fought the urge for half a second before conceding the battle as hopeless and letting the stew she'd had for breakfast join the punch on the floor in front of her. The next few moments felt like eternity, he head feeling like it was going to split in half as the pain slowly fled from her body. An eon later, or in a few seconds, she had regained enough of her senses to remember the moment just before she'd fallen unconscious. She had tried to joke with Ross about Christophe. And then he'd thrown the... the radio. Of course it wasn't a real radio. Nothing was real with Ross. The man himself probably wasn't real. Well, he was clearly real enough to do the things he did. Maybe she would forgive him if he bought her several drinks. At least a dozen. That was the minimum number.

Shakily, she got to her knees, and then to her feet, and then staggered to the wall, collapsing into it to keep herself from falling back to the punch- and vomit-soaked floor. There were people on the floor, she saw now. Just the guards, Wilhelm was gone. And... the door had been knocked off it's hinges, at some point, and someone was laying on it, curled into a ball. Wait, no, that was Patyughin. What was he doing here? That made no sense. He was with... with those two fellows that thought too much. But he was here! He had places to be! Well, he had to be held accountable for ignoring his duty!

"Oh, hello, Patyu! Did you... did you have a... a good talk with your friends?" she said, her words slurred.

It took Ari a good twenty seconds to realize that her mouth seemed to be confused. It hadn't said what she'd wanted it too at all! Stupid mouth! It was... it was slacking on its job! That was a bad thing! Ari laughed then. The world was so bright, wasn't it? Or dark? Or was it orange? The world was... orange! No, it wasn't, that was stupid! The world was stupid! The world was John Ross!

Ari kicked the wall, fell down into the pool of her own vomit, and laughed again. "You... you owe me a drink, Mr. Peanut Butter Man! Peanut man! Wait, no, I'm the peanut man! Woman! Whatever! Peanuts!"

She had been laying on her back with spiked punch in her mouth for the past fifteen minutes. It was inevitable, then, that she would have swallowed some of it.

Oh, dear.

[Socialist Macronesia]

"So, uhhhh, this shipping container right here washed up a couple days ago."

"Okay, what's in it?"

Ross opened the doors.

Kotera looked like a kid who'd just been given a candy bar.

"SWEET!"

Pentti looked horrified.

"Anyway, start painting. We leave in a few hours. Paint whatever you'd like. Now, excuse me, I have a party to crash."

[Shtet]

Hannah and Esther were both just arriving from the long journey. Interdimensional travel is difficult, you know, even if theoretically, Shtet and NC ought to be neighbours. It was a tiring affair, either way.

"My legs hurt, already," Hannah said to her wife.

"I know, zeeskeit," Esther replied.

"Alevai it should be a good day. We've been in need of a get-away from all the chaos back home, do you not think?"

"Alevai, Hannah. It's been difficult, but we've managed, haven't we?"

Esther helped Hannah out as she made her way out of the car. The two haven't been in peak shape for a good decade or two, even with daily exercise and long walks.

"Oh, how I hate these things," Hannah said. "They always make me nauseous."

The two bodyguards accompanying them were new SDF conscripts. They volunteered, of course - anything was better than standing guard at the border; 6 hours of sitting in a booth, doing nothing. One was a young woman, only recently joined up for her 12 month duty. The other was a man, with 9 months of duty to his name.

"Antshuldig, Madam President," the young lady spoke. "We ought to make our way towards the castle. We arrived late."

Hannah gave her arm a gentle pat, as she looked into the lady's eyes and spoke. "Oh, my child, please. Today, I'm just a bubbe, not a president. This isn't going to be a big political event - just ignore the ambassadors and kings walking around everywhere. Alright, sweetie?"

The lady smiled, and nodded.

"Alright," Hannah spoke. "Let's go, then. Come on, Esther." She took her wife's hand into hers, rubbing it gently.

The group of four headed towards the castle courtyard, unaware of the chaos already occurring on its premises.

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa notices Hannah and Esther and rushes to meet them.
“You two. Help. Now. Please?” he manages to say.