Imperial Convention [DISCONTINUED]

[Aethras]

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[Paraskevi]

((OOC: Please do not post if you are not Aethras, Paraskevi or Latu. Thanks!))

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An armoured interstellar ship comes into view over the city of Lucens with the words 'DIPLOMATIC CONVOY' on it. The craft was mainly grey with small red bits here and there, and was equipped with various weapons for the defense of its occupants.

The sleek aircraft landed, and out of it steps Emperor Asriel Fenris and General Absalom Lupus, who were bantering.
"I told you, you should have brought a laser pistol!"
"I'm fine with my sword, I'm serious! You've seen me with this thing."

Asriel wore a grey business suit with red trim and tie knotted with a Boutonnière knot, and his equally grey fur seemed a bit unkempt, as if he had been in a rush to arrive. He was informed just slightly late by a secretary and, to his dismay, he hadn't had time to straighten it out. His sword was hung at his waist, secure in its sheath. Asriel had decided against wearing his usual outfit, because he wanted to seem a bit more natural among the humans he was there to meet. He was a bit taller than most humans, at 6'6".

General Lupus, however, didn't care for such things. He wanted to look intimidating to get the message across that the Empire was not one to be trifled with, but he was naturally a scary guy. Despite this, he was actually nice to friends and allies. The General was a huge, towering wolf-man (he was 6'8") of white fur and crimson red eyes, of which the left one had a scar running down it. He wore a white trench coat and pants, and a white cloak held by a platelet on his shoulder. On his right arm was an armband featuring the Aethrasian emblem. He had brought a laser rifle, slung across his back.

Strangely enough, they brought no guards. They didn't want to make a bad first impression, and they could handle themselves, though they already looked bizarre compared to their hosts.

Simon Alster and Gabriel Juste arrive at the landing zone and exit their craft, talking about what they observed from the city of Lucens.

Simon was wearing his usual outfit---a dark purple coat with a silver chain going from the upper right to the lower left (along with many other silvet pieces), with a black Paraskevian flag shirt underneath. He wore a cap with the Roman numeral XVII on it. As for Gabriel, he wore a simple black formal vest with hieroglyphic designs on the shoulders.

[Latu]

The force field door leading to the landing pad changes from a dull blue to a brighter green as a man and a woman enter and approach the leaders. The man is Marcus Asphalius, the Grand Consul of Latu, and the woman is the First Imperial General, Portia Calpurnia, a.k.a. "Sine Timore." Asphalius wears a very dark purple suit and a solid gray silk tie with a black backside. The tie is tied in a double Merovingian knot, so that it looks like it is a tie wearing a tie that is also wearing a tie. Meanwhile Calpurnia is wearing a suit of light-grey tech armor. Each carries a laser pistol.

Once they reach the two leaders, they bow modestly to each of them.

"Deos deasque salutos vobis dent," Asphalius says with a smile. "May the gods and goddesses greet you. I am very excited to get to know more about your nations."

(OOC: not trying to shove our nation's religion in your face `U`)

[Paraskevi]

The force field door leading to the landing pad changes from a dull blue to a brighter green as a man and a woman enter and approach the leaders. The man is Marcus Asphalius, the Grand Consul of Latu, and the woman is the First Imperial General, Portia Calpurnia, a.k.a. "Sine Timore." Asphalius wears a very dark purple suit and a solid gray silk tie with a black backside. The tie is tied in a double Merovingian knot, so that it looks like it is a tie wearing a tie that is also wearing a tie. Meanwhile Calpurnia is wearing a suit of light-grey tech armor. Each carries a laser pistol.

Once they reach the two leaders, they bow modestly to each of them.

"Deos deasque salutos vobis dent," Asphalius says with a smile. "May the gods and goddesses greet you. I am very excited to get to know more about your nations."

(OOC: not trying to shove our nation's religion in your face `U`)

"Likewise," Simon says, bowing in return. "I am Simon Alster, and this is my braccio destro Gabriel Juste."

[Aethras]

((OOC: I sense religion shoving °v°))

Asriel gives a polite bow. "Emperor Asriel Fenris of Aethras. It is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Aragon bows too, which looked a bit silly for someone of his massive size. "Good to meet you, humans. I hope we can work together closely in the future." He psychically speaks to Asriel. «Do I look scary enough? I have to make an impression---
«Yes, yes, you look fine. Besides, what could possibly go wrong?»

[Latu]

"Alright, everyone. It's a short but comfortable train ride to the palace," Calpurnia says. The six of them walk to the platform as a bullet train approaches. As they board the train, smooth jazz fills their ears. Beautiful pictures with perfectly kerned Latin captions line the walls. At the middle sits a board for a classic board game.

[Aethras]

"Ah, soft music. How thoughtful of you." Asriel says as he sits down and pours himself some wine. General Ferrax squeezes into a chair, grumbling (or rather, growling) about small human chairs and big wolf people. "I've never met a human who isn't at all fazed by extraterrestrials such as us. I'm impressed. Where does such tolerance stem from?" The towering General raised an eyebrow as he asked this.