Annual Christmas Party in Krugeristan (IC/MT/Ended)

[Krugeristan]

Christmas in Krugeristan



Presidential Estate, Doenya, Krugeristan Above: King Abdullah II of Jordan arriving in Doenya.

It came as a little bit of a surprise to the Jordanian monarch that the president of Krugeristan wanted to form relations through an informal holiday party. As he stepped off his jet into the busy and ice-cold streets of Krugeristan's capital, he took note that just about every building was covered in Christmas lights one way or another, and he didn't even celebrate the holiday.

During his first meeting with President Golahman, Abdullah noticed the man was extremely shy, but a good conversationalist when the right topics were struck, and Golahman didn't hesitate to invite the king to this Christmas party. Overall, Abdullah decided Golahman was a nice and sensible enough person, and the start of Jordanian-Krugeristani relations wouldn't hurt.

Abdullah gave the president's personal guard, Commander Sergei Vershenov, a warm smile before extending his hand. "Commander, nice to see you again."

Vershenov returned the handshake, but not the smile. "Your Majesty." He opened the front door to the estate. "Enjoy yourself."

"Stay chipper, Commander." Abdullah walked into the estate, impressed by the level of decorations and the setup of the food.

And all the cats.

There were cats everywhere. On the tables. On the floor. In the Christmas tree. On the curtains. Everywhere.

The Jordanian king gave a weak smile. "I take it President Golahman loves cats?"

"Pretty much." Lieutenant Jerochenko, personal guard to Senator Deronyv, was pouring hot coffee in several mugs on the refreshment table. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty. Welcome to Krugeristan." He held up the coffee pot. "Care for some?"

"Not now, no thanks. Where's Mr. Golahman?"

"He should be out in a--"

"King Abdullah!" Dressed in a long, black jacket, eyes sparkling, President Karak Golahman came out of the kitchen with a big smile on his face, walking up to the king, bowing, and then hugging him. "So glad you could make it."

Despite the hug being a little awkward, Abdullah smiled anyway, and shook Golahman's hand. "Is it . . . early?"

"No, not at all. I was expecting you to arrive first," Golahman said. "Please, make yourself comfortable." He directed Abdullah to where he'd be sitting, handed him a kitten, and sat next to him. "The others should be arriving any minute now."

[Impireacht]

Having checked in at their hotel, Loryn and his family walked down the street towards the hall. "It looks like a castle. Are we going inside? Will I meet the King?"
"They don't have a king, they have a president who's elected - like us. Oh, and yes, we're going inside."
Aisling squeaked, "It's so big!"
The family came to the doors (or as far as they were allowed without being approached by security)
"Greetings, we're here for the Christmas party."

[Rodstov Republic]

/// Just within Krugeristan Airspace ///


Ciri sat gazing out the window as they flew from the near by Frigate that they just refueled at. The trip was well timed so the small helicopter they flew in met two Frigates and the one Carrier the "Mec" as the made their trip to Krugeristan. The well oiled machine that was the Rodstov Republic had ships escorting their Merchant Navy ships, or doing Anti Piracy or sending out an World Assembly Sectioned Peacekeeping deployment. It was near exhausting for the young girl to see so many people in a day. Karel however was not phased by it all and was currently conversing with someone on his MRT*. The pilot, Lt. Vaněček and Jan were busy speaking with Krugeristani officials so they would arrive on time. So the only person she could talk to pass the time was this freakishly tall woman sitting across from her who was now idly cleaning he pistol for the hundredth time, not that Ciri actually counted.

Ciri was young only 21 years of old still quite unexperienced with being the nations Head of State and leader. But then again she was voted for so the people must have had their reason. In Rodstov any military Family of 5 Generations may be voted for. However you were voting for the Family not the person. When her father passed on she became the only person able to fill the role. Even as a low ranking soldier in the Rodstov Republic Armed Forces (RRAF) she was picked put and propped in her high castle and asked to run the country. She thanked every day that she had Karel with her always as he was more or less telling her how to run the country and he was sound of mind and seemingly endless supply of knowledge.

Suddenly, a shoreline came into view, this was Krugeristan. The cooler weather had defanately arrived as it affected the landscape as it harshly slammed into the side of the Ka\60m Helicopter they flew in.

"its sure is windy" Ciri absently commented. Alžběta noted the comment and looked up from her work at the white haired girl.

"Indeed it is ma'am" she said. Ciri couldn't help but laugh at Alžběta's response. Way to carry on the conversation Alžběta... She thought as she smiled at her, Alžběta smiled back.

"What did you plan on wearing to the party?" Alžběta shifted gears to a more feminine topic the caught Ciri off guard. Ciri blushed and the sudden personal question, and thought.

"I have two dresses to pick from." Ciri said. "Both match what one would wear to a Christmas gathering back in Rodstov."

"Oh?" Alžběta said forgetting the pistol, "Which ones?"

This girl is more adaptive to conversation than I took her for Ciri warned herself and smiled. " I have a black dress with silver accents and a light green Dress with gold and wooden toggles."

"Hmmm" Alžběta pondered while she returned to putting her pistol back together and sliding it back into its leg holster. "I remember the black dress was more extravagant, Right...?" Alžběta trailed off as if to ask if her memory served her.

"Yes, your right." Ciri said happily, "The black one is the betting looking one while the other is more of simple looking one."

"I didn't know you had simple dresses ma'am" Alžběta shot at Ciri, it was spicy as her voice entailed it however the barely controlled smile let Ciri know that she was kidding. They both giggled, and Ciri kicked Alžběta lightly on the shin and returned to watching the country side zip past her through her window.

After landing, at the airport, Jan and LT. Vaněček left them at the helicopter to procure the transport vehicle, which meant transplanting the Krugeristani Driver with the LT. Jan then returned to assist the other three dismount the helicopter with their luggage and climb into the SUV that was to take them to the hotel. Ciri wore a pare of cotton slacks and a slightly revealing top with a vest usually used for men in suits over top. Her colours of choice were orange, white and light blue. However she wouldn't show up to a formal/informal party in the getup. it allowed her to move easily but it wasn't what you would wear to meet and greet the rif raf with.

After a quick stop at the hotel that they were staying at and now changed out their everyday clothes and into their formal wear. (Exluding Jan, Vaněček, and Alžběta, who all wore black clothes as to not distract or attract the eyes of the other guests. Though Jan standing at 7'2" and Alžběta at 6'11" it would be hard to not notice. (reference the final pages of Zerran Civil War for more details on the guards).

Upon entering the more festive and considerably cat friendly environment the group of four left the LT to see to the helicopter back at the airport while they joined the others that had arrived. Though it seemed empty still as it was assumed that the most of the guests had yet to arrive. Ciri followed Karel who wore his dress Greens however the Czech styled Military Dress cap was missing from his normal attire. Ciri had gone with the Light green Dress that had golden accents and 3 wooden toggles that buttoned up the front of the chest part of her dress. There were small accents of fur (however this was fake to Ciri's preference). Ciri looked at all the cats around the room but restrained herself, remaining quiet and held her hands behind her back.

[Krugeristan]

-snip this guy-

Vershenov sighed as he let in the Impireans, but then smiled when he saw a familiar face approaching behind them. "President Assad?"

The president of Syria, dressed in a simple black coat, grinned at the guard, then at the Impireans. "Hey. Golahman sent an invitation, just as another ceasefire started." He shook Vershenov's hand, then offered his hand to the Impirean king. "Greetings."

-snip this guy who's pretty damn good at writing-

Golahman released Abdullah, a bit nervous now that the guests had arrived, especially with . . . the freakishly tall women from Rodstov, which embarrassed the king of Jordan, who only stood at five-six.

"Um . . . greetings," Golahman said, shyly. "I'm . . . President Golahman . . . this is our guest of honor, King Abdullah bin al-Hussein the Second from Jordan . . ."

With more confidence, Abdullah held out his hand to the Rodstov guests.

[The Selkie]

Fiona Banphrionsa of the Tribe of Cavan took a deep breath.
She was no stranger to parties and celebrating religious festivals of foreign cultures was something she did occassionally, but only under direction, so... being in Krugeristan for a Christmas Party was nothing she should be nervous about.
Then again, there was something else.
The young leader of Krugeristan Karak Golahman was her mother's cub and, when he came to her family's ancestral home, there had been... something. She could not define it at this point, but she promised him to come and bring Sio, her Curly Mountain Fox, with her.
So, here she was, with her companion at her side.
And, the brunette young woman, a Selkie, was dressed for the occassion. She usually preferred to wear her people's traditional dress, the Geansai, but as this was a celebration for a high religious festivity of another culture, she wore something else. That, and she was asked to.
Her dress was navy-blue, complementing her hair and her eyes. It was a two-parter, a chiffon skirt flowing down, and a top of ornamental lace, a zipper at the neck, and a petticoat without shoulderstraps underneath it. It was a beautiful dress, decent and at the same time a bit playful, hugging her form.
Additionally, she wore dark stockings and cream-coloured shoes, a short heel.
Her brown hair was open, combed, but not styled. She wore no jewelry.
She ascended the stairs to the Presidential Estate in Doenya, Sio by her side, struggling a bit with the steps, but happy to accompany her again. She knew, that her mother ascended these same steps just a few months prior.
Whatever would happen tonight, she knew, that it would be fun.

[Rodstov Republic]

-snip this guy-

Vershenov sighed as he let in the Impireans, but then smiled when he saw a familiar face approaching behind them. "President Assad?"

The president of Syria, dressed in a simple black coat, grinned at the guard, then at the Impireans. "Hey. Golahman sent an invitation, just as another ceasefire started." He shook Vershenov's hand, then offered his hand to the Impirean king. "Greetings."

-snip this guy who's pretty damn good at writing-

Golahman released Abdullah, a bit nervous now that the guests had arrived, especially with . . . the freakishly tall women from Rodstov, which embarrassed the king of Jordan, who only stood at five-six.

"Um . . . greetings," Golahman said, shyly. "I'm . . . President Golahman . . . this is our guest of honor, King Abdullah bin al-Hussein the Second from Jordan . . ."

With more confidence, Abdullah held out his hand to the Rodstov guests.

"Hello..." Karel began then corrected looking behind him to see Ciri looking around attempting to take in the sights. When Ciri noticed that Karel was looking at her she faced him then realized how incredibly rude she was being.

"Oh!" Ciri finally said and stepped in font of Karel. "Hello, I am Cirilla Azarov, Figure head of the Azarov Family, Head Minister and Archon of the Republican Government in Rodstov, This is Karel Maly, General of the Army for the Rodstov Republic Armed Forces, and my second. We humbly thank you for letting us come to this gathering of peoples. Ciri said as politely and kind as she could. Standing at just under 5'5" she was almost the same height as the President. Karel stood almost a foot taller and 6'3"

[Krugeristan]

Vershenov sighed as he let in the Impireans, but then smiled when he saw a familiar face approaching behind them. "President Assad?"

The president of Syria, dressed in a simple black coat, grinned at the guard, then at the Impireans. "Hey. Golahman sent an invitation, just as another ceasefire started." He shook Vershenov's hand, then offered his hand to the Impirean king. "Greetings."



Golahman released Abdullah, a bit nervous now that the guests had arrived, especially with . . . the freakishly tall women from Rodstov, which embarrassed the king of Jordan, who only stood at five-six.

"Um . . . greetings," Golahman said, shyly. "I'm . . . President Golahman . . . this is our guest of honor, King Abdullah bin al-Hussein the Second from Jordan . . ."

With more confidence, Abdullah held out his hand to the Rodstov guests.

"Hello..." Karel began then corrected looking behind him to see Ciri looking around attempting to take in the sights. When Ciri noticed that Karel was looking at her she faced him then realized how incredibly rude she was being.

"Oh!" Ciri finally said and stepped in font of Karel. "Hello, I am Cirilla Azarov, Figure head of the Azarov Family, Head Minister and Archon of the Republican Government in Rodstov, This is Karel Maly, General of the Army for the Rodstov Republic Armed Forces, and my second. We humbly thank you for letting us come to this gathering of peoples. Ciri said as politely and kind as she could. Standing at just under 5'5" she was almost the same height as the President. Karel stood almost a foot taller and 6'3"

Golahman nodded a little. "OK . . . yes . . . um, welcome, and . . . please . . . have a seat . . . or look around . . . or . . . I'm going to . . ." He immediately walked away, slightly petrified, leaving the poor king of Jordan in the presence of the Rodstov women.

Abdullah shrugged and smirked. "He's a bit shy. I found that out when I first met him."

Golahman had then noticed Fiona entering the estate, and walked over to her. "I remember you," he said, jokingly, with a shaking voice.

[Rodstov Republic]

"Hello..." Karel began then corrected looking behind him to see Ciri looking around attempting to take in the sights. When Ciri noticed that Karel was looking at her she faced him then realized how incredibly rude she was being.

"Oh!" Ciri finally said and stepped in font of Karel. "Hello, I am Cirilla Azarov, Figure head of the Azarov Family, Head Minister and Archon of the Republican Government in Rodstov, This is Karel Maly, General of the Army for the Rodstov Republic Armed Forces, and my second. We humbly thank you for letting us come to this gathering of peoples. Ciri said as politely and kind as she could. Standing at just under 5'5" she was almost the same height as the President. Karel stood almost a foot taller and 6'3"

Golahman nodded a little. "OK . . . yes . . . um, welcome, and . . . please . . . have a seat . . . or look around . . . or . . . I'm going to . . ." He immediately walked away, slightly petrified, leaving the poor king of Jordan in the presence of the Rodstov women.

Abdullah shrugged and smirked. "He's a bit shy. I found that out when I first met him."

Golahman had then noticed Fiona entering the estate, and walked over to her. "I remember you," he said, jokingly, with a shaking voice.

"Ah," Ciri said, "Though from what I heard, Rodstovians are usually remembered as brutish and intimidating... Hopefully I didn't do anything to offend him. Ciri said sighing inwardly, making sure Abdullah didn't take note that she was judging herself in her mind. "Nice to meet you as well... erm..."

Karel looked around but didn't move from Cirilla's side. While the other two, Jan and Alžběta had moved to blend in with the walls and shadows of the room they were in. other than being tall they placed themselves to guard the room Ciri was in eye gazing over the people entering and speaking with Cirilla.

[Kiribati-Tarawa]

The Kiribatian royal couple pulled up to the Presidential Estate of Krugeristan in their state limousine.

"I've rather been looking forward to this, you know," Queen Mary said to her husband as they sat in the car, waiting to enter the Estate, "Ms. Willoughby has been rather stingy with letting us out of the country as of late." She was referencing the Kiribatian Prime Minister, Catherine Willoughby, who determines when and where the royals make official and state visits.

"Oh, that woman," the King replied, "I don't know how she stays in power in a democracy where she has to actually win votes."

"She's not really that bad, just a bit... down-to-business."

"Easy for you to say, you don't have to meet with her every week," the King replied cynically. Having been king for 26 years, his enthusiasm for his royal duties had long been exhausted.

"We've arrived, sir," the driver interrupted as the limousine pulled up to the entrance of the Estate. The doors were opened for the King and Queen and they stepped out of the car. The King wore a rich blue suit and his wife a pinkish-white day dress. The King took Queen Mary by the hand and walked inside to greet the Krugeristani president.

"President Golahman, it is an honour," the King greeted him, "Allow me to introduce my wife, Mary."

[Krugeristan]

Golahman nodded a little. "OK . . . yes . . . um, welcome, and . . . please . . . have a seat . . . or look around . . . or . . . I'm going to . . ." He immediately walked away, slightly petrified, leaving the poor king of Jordan in the presence of the Rodstov women.

Abdullah shrugged and smirked. "He's a bit shy. I found that out when I first met him."

Golahman had then noticed Fiona entering the estate, and walked over to her. "I remember you," he said, jokingly, with a shaking voice.

"Ah," Ciri said, "Though from what I heard, Rodstovians are usually remembered as brutish and intimidating... Hopefully I didn't do anything to offend him. Ciri said sighing inwardly, making sure Abdullah didn't take note that she was judging herself in her mind. "Nice to meet you as well... erm..."

"I don't think you offended him. He's just shy." Abdullah glanced over at Golahman, then back at Cirilla. "King Abdullah of Jordan--you know, the small nation nobody cares about in the Middle East." He wanted to laugh at his own joke, but didn't.

The Kiribatian royal couple pulled up to the Presidential Estate of Krugeristan in their state limousine.

"I've rather been looking forward to this, you know," Queen Mary said to her husband as they sat in the car, waiting to enter the Estate, "Ms. Willoughby has been rather stingy with letting us out of the country as of late." She was referencing the Kiribatian Prime Minister, Catherine Willoughby, who determines when and where the royals make official and state visits.

"Oh, that woman," the King replied, "I don't know how she stays in power in a democracy where she has to actually win votes."

"She's not really that bad, just a bit... down-to-business."

"Easy for you to say, you don't have to meet with her every week," the King replied cynically. Having been king for 26 years, his enthusiasm for his royal duties had long been exhausted.

"We've arrived, sir," the driver interrupted as the limousine pulled up to the entrance of the Estate. The doors were opened for the King and Queen and they stepped out of the car. The King wore a rich blue suit and his wife a pinkish-white day dress. The King took Queen Mary by the hand and walked inside to greet the Krugeristani president.

"President Golahman, it is an honour," the King greeted him, "Allow me to introduce my wife, Mary."

Golahman paled a little, then held out a shaky hand. "Ah . . . alright . . . um, welcome, and, uh, thank you for coming, I guess, um . . ." He reached down, picking up a white cat. "Pleased to meet you," he said, stroking the cat nervously.

[Rodstov Republic]

"I don't think you offended him. He's just shy." Abdullah glanced over at Golahman, then back at Cirilla. "King Abdullah of Jordan--you know, the small nation nobody cares about in the Middle East." He wanted to laugh at his own joke, but didn't.

Ciri blinked at the joke unsure what the correct course of action. "Well King of the Jordanian's," she began "It's a pleasure to meet you." Ciri said diplomatically. She held out her hand to shake the Kings.

Karel remained quiet watching the President greet other guests with the same nervous stuttering. quite the introvert that one... He thought.

[Krugeristan]

"I don't think you offended him. He's just shy." Abdullah glanced over at Golahman, then back at Cirilla. "King Abdullah of Jordan--you know, the small nation nobody cares about in the Middle East." He wanted to laugh at his own joke, but didn't.

Ciri blinked at the joke unsure what the correct course of action. "Well King of the Jordanian's," she began "It's a pleasure to meet you." Ciri said diplomatically. She held out her hand to shake the Kings.

Karel remained quiet watching the President greet other guests with the same nervous stuttering. quite the introvert that one... He thought.

"Pleasure to meet you as well." This really did seem awkward. I'm just either really short or these people are just really tall. Turning a faint shade of red after shaking Cirilla's hand, Abdullah put his hands behind his back. "So, I'm guessing this is your first time here?"

[Kiribati-Tarawa]

-snip-

"What a lovely cat," the King continued, awkwardly. He was clearly taken aback by the lack of conversational skills of the Krugeristani President. He and his wife, both trained from a young age to be good conversationalists, excused themselves from the President and continued to mingle with other guests. They approached Ciri and Karel of the Rodstov Republic.

"Good day to you both, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the King greeted them.

[Rodstov Republic]

Ciri blinked at the joke unsure what the correct course of action. "Well King of the Jordanian's," she began "It's a pleasure to meet you." Ciri said diplomatically. She held out her hand to shake the Kings.

Karel remained quiet watching the President greet other guests with the same nervous stuttering. quite the introvert that one... He thought.

"Pleasure to meet you as well." This really did seem awkward. I'm just either really short or these people are just really tall. Turning a faint shade of red after shaking Cirilla's hand, Abdullah put his hands behind his back. "So, I'm guessing this is your first time here?"

"Yes!" Ciri said excitedly "I wasn't sure if I would have the time to come out, however Karel," Ciri paused gesturing to the silent soldier standing vigilant and not really paying attention to the conversation, "said it would be good for me to pull myself from my work, as Head Minister." Karel blinked realizing he was being brought up in conversation. Karel simply nodded to Ciri's words but remained silent but attentive to the conversation. Jan and Alžběta were watching I can let my guard down for a bit. Karel thought before putting his attention on the conversation.

[The Selkie]

[...]
Golahman had then noticed Fiona entering the estate, and walked over to her. "I remember you," he said, jokingly, with a shaking voice.

Fiona smiled, happy to see him again, moving forward to give him a soft, light hug.
She did not know, how to characterize her relationship with the young man, but she knew, that he was a friend. She hoped, that he would look at it the same way.
"And I do, too, coileán.", she whispered to him, before she let him out of her embrace, looking at him. "You look good... how have you been?"
A soft chirp came from down by her side.
"Oh, I think someone else wants to be greeted, too!", she added with a smile, as Sio made it known, that he was there as well.

[Rodstov Republic]

-snip-

"What a lovely cat," the King continued, awkwardly. He was clearly taken aback by the lack of conversational skills of the Krugeristani President. He and his wife, both trained from a young age to be good conversationalists, excused themselves from the President and continued to mingle with other guests. They approached Ciri and Karel of the Rodstov Republic.

"Good day to you both, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the King greeted them.

After she had finished talking and before Abdullah responded a pair of well dressed individuals spoke.

"Good day to you both, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the King spoke. It took every inch of effort she could manage to not jump out of her skin at the sudden Greeting. Looking over her shoulder to see who was there she stepped between Karel and Abdullah to allow the two new individuals to enter there little conversation.

"Oh," Ciri started, "Hello I'm Cirilla Azarov, Figure head of the Azarov Family, Head Minister and Archon of the Republican Government in Rodstov, This is Karel Maly, General of the Army for the Rodstov Republic Armed Forces, and my second, and last but not least this is King Abdullah, King of the Jordanians."

[Krugeristan]

[...]
Golahman had then noticed Fiona entering the estate, and walked over to her. "I remember you," he said, jokingly, with a shaking voice.

Fiona smiled, happy to see him again, moving forward to give him a soft, light hug.
She did not know, how to characterize her relationship with the young man, but she knew, that he was a friend. She hoped, that he would look at it the same way.
"And I do, too, coileán.", she whispered to him, before she let him out of her embrace, looking at him. "You look good... how have you been?"
A soft chirp came from down by her side.
"Oh, I think someone else wants to be greeted, too!", she added with a smile, as Sio made it known, that he was there as well.

"Of course." Golahman picked up Sio. "Hello, there," he said. "Hope you enjoyed the trip here."

The doors opened again, and Vershenov said, "Guess who, sir."

"Who, Commander?"

Walking inside, Assad first approached Golahman, giving the Krugeristani president a pat on the shoulder. "I got lucky. Ceasefire in Syria started twelve hours ago."

Putting Sio down, Golahman hugged Assad. "Um, Assad? I'd like you to meet Fiona, Gwen's daughter. Fiona, this is Assad, the man who eavesdropped on your mother when she was last here."

"What a lovely cat," the King continued, awkwardly. He was clearly taken aback by the lack of conversational skills of the Krugeristani President. He and his wife, both trained from a young age to be good conversationalists, excused themselves from the President and continued to mingle with other guests. They approached Ciri and Karel of the Rodstov Republic.

"Good day to you both, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the King greeted them.

After she had finished talking and before Abdullah responded a pair of well dressed individuals spoke.

"Good day to you both, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the King spoke. It took every inch of effort she could manage to not jump out of her skin at the sudden Greeting. Looking over her shoulder to see who was there she stepped between Karel and Abdullah to allow the two new individuals to enter there little conversation.

"Oh," Ciri started, "Hello I'm Cirilla Azarov, Figure head of the Azarov Family, Head Minister and Archon of the Republican Government in Rodstov, This is Karel Maly, General of the Army for the Rodstov Republic Armed Forces, and my second, and last but not least this is King Abdullah, King of the Jordanians."

"You can just say 'king of Jordan'," Abdullah muttered. "'King of the Jordanians' sounds too alien." He still smiled, offering his hand to the newcomers.

[Kiribati-Tarawa]

"What a lovely cat," the King continued, awkwardly. He was clearly taken aback by the lack of conversational skills of the Krugeristani President. He and his wife, both trained from a young age to be good conversationalists, excused themselves from the President and continued to mingle with other guests. They approached Ciri and Karel of the Rodstov Republic.

"Good day to you both, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the King greeted them.

After she had finished talking and before Abdullah responded a pair of well dressed individuals spoke.

"Good day to you both, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the King spoke. It took every inch of effort she could manage to not jump out of her skin at the sudden Greeting. Looking over her shoulder to see who was there she stepped between Karel and Abdullah to allow the two new individuals to enter there little conversation.

"Oh," Ciri started, "Hello I'm Cirilla Azarov, Figure head of the Azarov Family, Head Minister and Archon of the Republican Government in Rodstov, This is Karel Maly, General of the Army for the Rodstov Republic Armed Forces, and my second, and last but not least this is King Abdullah, King of the Jordanians."

"It is an honour. Excellent to meet a fellow king, as well" the King replied, referencing Abdullah, "This is our first visit to Krugeristan, it seems quite lovely. Have you all been before?"

[The Selkie]

Fiona smiled, happy to see him again, moving forward to give him a soft, light hug.
She did not know, how to characterize her relationship with the young man, but she knew, that he was a friend. She hoped, that he would look at it the same way.
"And I do, too, coileán.", she whispered to him, before she let him out of her embrace, looking at him. "You look good... how have you been?"
A soft chirp came from down by her side.
"Oh, I think someone else wants to be greeted, too!", she added with a smile, as Sio made it known, that he was there as well.

"Of course." Golahman picked up Sio. "Hello, there," he said. "Hope you enjoyed the trip here."

The doors opened again, and Vershenov said, "Guess who, sir."

"Who, Commander?"

Walking inside, Assad first approached Golahman, giving the Krugeristani president a pat on the shoulder. "I got lucky. Ceasefire in Syria started twelve hours ago."

Putting Sio down, Golahman hugged Assad. "Um, Assad? I'd like you to meet Fiona, Gwen's daughter. Fiona, this is Assad, the man who eavesdropped on your mother when she was last here."

After she had finished talking and before Abdullah responded a pair of well dressed individuals spoke.

"Good day to you both, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the King spoke. It took every inch of effort she could manage to not jump out of her skin at the sudden Greeting. Looking over her shoulder to see who was there she stepped between Karel and Abdullah to allow the two new individuals to enter there little conversation.

"Oh," Ciri started, "Hello I'm Cirilla Azarov, Figure head of the Azarov Family, Head Minister and Archon of the Republican Government in Rodstov, This is Karel Maly, General of the Army for the Rodstov Republic Armed Forces, and my second, and last but not least this is King Abdullah, King of the Jordanians."

"You can just say 'king of Jordan'," Abdullah muttered. "'King of the Jordanians' sounds too alien." He still smiled, offering his hand to the newcomers.

Fiona smiled, extending her hand for a shake as she was introduced to Assad.
"And who I have the adress of.", she said with a pleasant smile, "It's a pleasure, Mister Assad. I heard many good things about you." Her smile turned a bit mischievous as she looked at him. "You do have to tell me, how you fooled Mom, though - she won't tell me and I am highly interested in how someone can fool her. And congratulations for that and the ceasefire."
Sio sat at her side, smiling at the scene.

[Rodstov Republic]

"You can just say 'king of Jordan'," Abdullah muttered. "'King of the Jordanians' sounds too alien." He still smiled, offering his hand to the newcomers.

"I'll do that from now on" Ciri said under her breath loud enough for Abdullah to hear her. She put an apologetic look on for him before directing her attention to the newcomers.

"It is an honour. Excellent to meet a fellow king, as well" the King replied, referencing Abdullah, "This is our first visit to Krugeristan, it seems quite lovely. Have you all been before?"

"No, its a first for me." Ciri said cheerfully playing off the obvious mistake she made. "They have done a wonderful job with the décor, and look at all the cats..." Keral smirked at Cirilla's antics and reached out to greet the king after Abdullah.

[Impireacht]

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((OOC: Impireacht has no king, he's prime minister))
Loryn Marchan took the man's hand. "Well met. Prime Minister Loryn Marchan of Impireacht, at your service." Aisling looked up at the man with a nervous look in her eye, remaining silent.

[Kiribati-Tarawa]

"It is an honour. Excellent to meet a fellow king, as well" the King replied, referencing Abdullah, "This is our first visit to Krugeristan, it seems quite lovely. Have you all been before?"

"No, its a first for me." Ciri said cheerfully playing off the obvious mistake she made. "They have done a wonderful job with the décor, and look at all the cats..." Keral smirked at Cirilla's antics and reached out to greet the king after Abdullah.

"Certainly, it's quite beautiful. And the cats... my, my. I've never quite seen such a feline congregation," the King replied, "President Golahman is certainly an interesting man. I wonder if his eccentricities extend into public life."

"You seem quite young to be leading a country," the Queen told Ciri, "That's quite an accomplishment. Then again, our Prime Minister is on the younger side herself."

[Rodstov Republic]

"No, its a first for me." Ciri said cheerfully playing off the obvious mistake she made. "They have done a wonderful job with the décor, and look at all the cats..." Keral smirked at Cirilla's antics and reached out to greet the king after Abdullah.

"Certainly, it's quite beautiful. And the cats... my, my. I've never quite seen such a feline congregation," the King replied, "President Golahman is certainly an interesting man. I wonder if his eccentricities extend into public life."

"You seem quite young to be leading a country," the Queen told Ciri, "That's quite an accomplishment. Then again, our Prime Minister is on the younger side herself."

"Yes, Even though i'm only 21," Ciri began with a sideways glance at Karel, "I was only rewarded the position as our family was voted for and I was the eldest child; my mother is too old for the position and my father passed on before he was able to take the position." Ciri said stone faced. "As Archon I am the military and Civilian leader, with the Overseer council aiding me in protecting my country from harm and creating new bonds with others and their nations" She then said confidently.

[Krugeristan]

"Of course." Golahman picked up Sio. "Hello, there," he said. "Hope you enjoyed the trip here."

The doors opened again, and Vershenov said, "Guess who, sir."

"Who, Commander?"

Walking inside, Assad first approached Golahman, giving the Krugeristani president a pat on the shoulder. "I got lucky. Ceasefire in Syria started twelve hours ago."

Putting Sio down, Golahman hugged Assad. "Um, Assad? I'd like you to meet Fiona, Gwen's daughter. Fiona, this is Assad, the man who eavesdropped on your mother when she was last here."



"You can just say 'king of Jordan'," Abdullah muttered. "'King of the Jordanians' sounds too alien." He still smiled, offering his hand to the newcomers.

Fiona smiled, extending her hand for a shake as she was introduced to Assad.
"And who I have the adress of.", she said with a pleasant smile, "It's a pleasure, Mister Assad. I heard many good things about you." Her smile turned a bit mischievous as she looked at him. "You do have to tell me, how you fooled Mom, though - she won't tell me and I am highly interested in how someone can fool her. And congratulations for that and the ceasefire."
Sio sat at her side, smiling at the scene.

"Well, what happened was your mother disappeared to the ladies' room, followed by the queen of Anowa. Golahman was upset, and afraid that she was going to abandon him, so I went into the hall, knocked on the door, and asked if everything was OK. Gwen said yes. I didn't buy it, so I stayed there, listening to the conversation between her and the queen of Anowa. It would've been fine if I didn't sneeze and choke on water." Assad smirked. "Anyway, they caught me red-handed. I was afraid they were going to scream bloody murder at me, but then, after a couple of miscommunications, I said that I was listening because Golahman wanted Gwen to be his 'anchor' as she put it. She thought my sitting outside the door and listening was hilarious, so she let it slide and told me how clever I was and all that crap."

"No, its a first for me." Ciri said cheerfully playing off the obvious mistake she made. "They have done a wonderful job with the décor, and look at all the cats..." Keral smirked at Cirilla's antics and reached out to greet the king after Abdullah.

"Certainly, it's quite beautiful. And the cats... my, my. I've never quite seen such a feline congregation," the King replied, "President Golahman is certainly an interesting man. I wonder if his eccentricities extend into public life."

"You seem quite young to be leading a country," the Queen told Ciri, "That's quite an accomplishment. Then again, our Prime Minister is on the younger side herself."

"Some of them do, I think," Abdullah said. "I haven't known Golahman enough to determine much, though." He looked around the other king and Cirilla to see that President Assad had arrived next. Oh, yes, Golahman's best friend. Jordan and Syria don't see eye-to-eye, but this wasn't the time or the place to start petty, Middle Eastern arguments.

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((OOC: Impireacht has no king, he's prime minister))
Loryn Marchan took the man's hand. "Well met. Prime Minister Loryn Marchan of Impireacht, at your service." Aisling looked up at the man with a nervous look in her eye, remaining silent.

After Assad had went in, Vershenov gestured for them to follow.

[The Selkie]

"Well, what happened was your mother disappeared to the ladies' room, followed by the queen of Anowa. Golahman was upset, and afraid that she was going to abandon him, so I went into the hall, knocked on the door, and asked if everything was OK. Gwen said yes. I didn't buy it, so I stayed there, listening to the conversation between her and the queen of Anowa. It would've been fine if I didn't sneeze and choke on water." Assad smirked. "Anyway, they caught me red-handed. I was afraid they were going to scream bloody murder at me, but then, after a couple of miscommunications, I said that I was listening because Golahman wanted Gwen to be his 'anchor' as she put it. She thought my sitting outside the door and listening was hilarious, so she let it slide and told me how clever I was and all that crap."

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"I see.", Fiona said with a nod, her smile getting a bit of a different note. 'All that crap', eh?, she thought, not offended, but thinking her own piece, "Thank you, Mister Assad, it was very enlightening. I'll have to talk to my brothers about what to make of the whole thing before I can tell you anything, though."
She would not have as much mercy as her mother, that she was sure of.
"Regardless what comes from it, Mister Assad, thank you. Be happy that she isn't able to ground you.", she said with a grin and a nod, her hair bouncing, as she looked to over Golahman. "Sounds like my Mom, though."