Mustafa ibn Sina Abu Jamal’s Funeral [IC/READ OP]

[-Insaanistan-]

Scipio finally arrives in Mogadishu with his bodyguards. He is well dressed and carrying his light pack. He starts to get driven to the palace by his guards.

“Hey dude!” Bashir says, seeing him when he arrives. “You’re... Scorpio, right?”

[-Insaanistan-]

The plane arrives from Hoyerlay. By the time Mrs Good has arrived at the palace she is exhausted from the long flight.

She is brought to the palace in a car, and she soon reaches it.

[Hoyerlay]

Mrs Good reaches the front desk: “I’m Kristin Good. Can I have my room key?”

[Witiland]

Daniel looks really energetic and starts waving his hands “Hi! I’m Daniel nice to meet you!!”

“Mhm. What do you want, oyinbo?” (Whitey in Pidgin English.)

“Nothing much just to say hello... gets lonely in the room and pretty boring.... say what’s your name?”

[Mosarat]

The Sultana and Dr. Alton walked over to the coffin. “ I thought they couldn’t find a body.” The Sultana said. “ This is just a 3D printed replica. It’s like looking at the embalmed body of Konstantin Devin of the Seniat Union.” Dr. Alton said. “ We should probably go upstairs for our bags. The three went to go put their bags upstairs.

[A m e n r i a]

Feathers black and white fell softly as the Heavenly Emperor of Amenria made his descent, wings flapping slowly, creating cool winds to contrast the heat of the Somali sun. Tianshi landed gently on his feet, walking over to the palace. He showed his arms to the guards present to proove he meant no harm. "Good morning, I'm Tianshi, the Heavenly Emperor of Amenria. I'm here for thw funeral." he introduced himself in a Southern British accent, which might be surprising to thise who haven't known him, considering his Asian appearance. He was dressed in what seems to be a fusion of a suit and a traditional Chinese funeral garb in the same colour as his wings. White as the traditional colour of mourning, and black as the international counterpart. His hair was neatly combed back, gelled to give a nice shine and to keep his hair in pristine condition.

[-Insaanistan-]

“Mhm. What do you want, oyinbo?” (Whitey in Pidgin English.)

“Nothing much just to say hello... gets lonely in the room and pretty boring.... say what’s your name?”

“Halima. How bodi?”

[-Insaanistan-]

Feathers black and white fell softly as the Heavenly Emperor of Amenria made his descent, wings flapping slowly, creating cool winds to contrast the heat of the Somali sun. Tianshi landed gently on his feet, walking over to the palace. He showed his arms to the guards present to proove he meant no harm. "Good morning, I'm Tianshi, the Heavenly Emperor of Amenria. I'm here for thw funeral." he introduced himself in a Southern British accent, which might be surprising to thise who haven't known him, considering his Asian appearance. He was dressed in what seems to be a fusion of a suit and a traditional Chinese funeral garb in the same colour as his wings. White as the traditional colour of mourning, and black as the international counterpart. His hair was neatly combed back, gelled to give a nice shine and to keep his hair in pristine condition.

Soraya dropped what she was holding. “Tianshi? Salaam! Mustafa told me about you!”

[Romextly]

Scipio finally arrives in Mogadishu with his bodyguards. He is well dressed and carrying his light pack. He starts to get driven to the palace by his guards.

“Hey dude!” Bashir says, seeing him when he arrives. “You’re... Scorpio, right?”

"Its actually Scipio."

[Witiland]

“Nothing much just to say hello... gets lonely in the room and pretty boring.... say what’s your name?”

“Halima. How bodi?”

Daniel looks confused... his only languages were German, English, and Russian, as he was slightly rusty in French and that was it. "I'm sorry, I only speak German, English, and Russian, although primarily English..." Daniel said sadly, he didn't like letting people down, it felt the worst...

[A m e n r i a]

"Walaikum Salam. "We haven't met, have we? I'm sorry for your-ahem, our loss. I haven't had the luxury of getting that close with him, but I know he was a good man. Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. May God accept him by His side. It's a shame such an exemplary leader had to leave us. The multiverse needs more sensible national leaders. Ah, I'm sorry, there I go, rambling on. Please, tell me where to go."

[Silvedania]

The Pryors arrive. "Now where do we go? I've never been to Mogadishu before."

[-Insaanistan-]

“Hey dude!” Bashir says, seeing him when he arrives. “You’re... Scorpio, right?”

"Its actually Scipio."

“Okay, Sipyo. Take a right and you’ll see Sarah. She’ll give you your keys.”

[-Insaanistan-]

“Halima. How bodi?”

Daniel looks confused... his only languages were German, English, and Russian, as he was slightly rusty in French and that was it. "I'm sorry, I only speak German, English, and Russian, although primarily English..." Daniel said sadly, he didn't like letting people down, it felt the worst...

Halima laughed. “Sorry. That was Pidgin English. I mean, ‘how are you?’”

[-Insaanistan-]

"Walaikum Salam. "We haven't met, have we? I'm sorry for your-ahem, our loss. I haven't had the luxury of getting that close with him, but I know he was a good man. Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. May God accept him by His side. It's a shame such an exemplary leader had to leave us. The multiverse needs more sensible national leaders. Ah, I'm sorry, there I go, rambling on. Please, tell me where to go."

“Amin. Amin. Make a left then a right, and you’ll see Sarah. She’ll give your room keys.”

[-Insaanistan-]

The Pryors arrive. "Now where do we go? I've never been to Mogadishu before."

A man on the street came up to them. “Foreigners?”

[Witiland]

Daniel looks confused... his only languages were German, English, and Russian, as he was slightly rusty in French and that was it. "I'm sorry, I only speak German, English, and Russian, although primarily English..." Daniel said sadly, he didn't like letting people down, it felt the worst...

Halima laughed. “Sorry. That was Pidgin English. I mean, ‘how are you?’”

"Good, good, of course those doggy treats I found in my bag was pretty good!"

[-Insaanistan-]

Halima laughed. “Sorry. That was Pidgin English. I mean, ‘how are you?’”

"Good, good, of course those doggy treats I found in my bag was pretty good!"

“What?”
Halima with her cousin, Ahmed He.

[Witiland]

"Good, good, of course those doggy treats I found in my bag was pretty good!"

“What?”
Halima with her cousin, Ahmed He.

"Yeah, my dentist recommended it, a werewolf must keep his teeth clean..."

[-Insaanistan-]

“What?”
Halima with her cousin, Ahmed He.

"Yeah, my dentist recommended it, a werewolf must keep his teeth clean..."

“What?! Werewolf! Allah!” She grabbed a broom and began whacking him with it. “Jinn banza! Dem send you o? Jinn! Audhubillah! Audhubillah!”

[Mosarat]

“ Yes of course” The Sultan said.
The Sultan walked over to the coffin and looked. My god he looks like he was never vaporized It reminded him of how the Seniat Union always embalmed their leaders. They would look as though they could wake up any minute. Either way here he was. The Sultan planned to hold a private meeting with Bashir Soraya and Nura to discuss the various things that happened since the party in October.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll be cooking our meal shortly.”

Dr. Alton went down stairs after settling in. This palace was beautiful he thought to himself.
He went to see Soraya and Bashir to at least get acquainted.

[-Insaanistan-]

“Make yourself at home. I’ll be cooking our meal shortly.”

Dr. Alton went down stairs after settling in. This palace was beautiful he thought to himself.
He went to see Soraya and Bashir to at least get acquainted.

“Sultan! Salaamalaikum!”

[Witiland]

"Yeah, my dentist recommended it, a werewolf must keep his teeth clean..."

“What?! Werewolf! Allah!” She grabbed a broom and began whacking him with it. “Jinn banza! Dem send you o? Jinn! Audhubillah! Audhubillah!”

Daniel backs up slightly but not too much “hey hey hey! I’m no Jin nor am I evil. I don’t mean any harm... I’m actually quite friendly...”

[-Insaanistan-]

“What?! Werewolf! Allah!” She grabbed a broom and began whacking him with it. “Jinn banza! Dem send you o? Jinn! Audhubillah! Audhubillah!”

Daniel backs up slightly but not too much “hey hey hey! I’m no Jin nor am I evil. I don’t mean any harm... I’m actually quite friendly...”

“Abeg! Make you no vex me! Comot! Soraya! Soraya!”
Soraya rushed over. “What is it Halima? Daniel, what’s going on?”

[-Insaanistan-]

Mrs Good reaches the front desk: “I’m Kristin Good. Can I have my room key?”

“Yes ma’am. Name?”