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The Valentian Dinner – The Second One! [IC / APP FIRST]

Postby Valentine Z » Sun Oct 20, 2019 11:55 am

The Valentian Dinner – The Opening.


Valentijn prepared himself once again, making sure that his suit does not have any openings on it. The last thing he wanted, he thought, was to give his guests the unintended radiation. Sure enough, after thorough checks on himself, he was pleased to hear that the suit was working at 100% efficiency, taking in the radiation to give off as healing energy, the opposite of harming someone whenever they are near him. He would then check on Clarissa beside him, who stands at an amazingly tall 58 meters in order to be the same height as her husband. She’s sporting a black pixie haircut, along with a blue dress, and many other fashion accessories that she might find herself fancy wearing.

Clarissa Alanis Star Coraline Taissa: How do I look, my dear?

Valentijn Samantha Maxwell Constantine: You look… you look stunning, and amazing! It’s so breathtaking.

Clarissa Alanis Star Coraline Taissa: Hm hm, thank you very much! Ahh, Vallie… it’s so good to meet you and talk to you again after this long while, you know? NSSCRA has been fun, but I miss you all these time!

Valentijn Samantha Maxwell Constantine: Same here, my dear… same here.

As they held hands and just hug it out with one another in front of their dressing table, a doorbell was rung from outside of their room. Knocking would have sufficed for a normal situation, but this is not a normal household, and Valentijn would be living in a giant’s house, while the others are sized like small insects and ants. The telecom rang loudly with a beep, followed by Gwen’s voice.

Gwen Tracer Allison Fate Hepburn: Hi, Val! Hi, Clarissa! Are you guys ready yet? We have already prepared the food as you guys said! You might want to check that out.

Valentijn Samantha Maxwell Constantine: Awesome, thanks, Gwen! Yeah… yeah, we are ready! We are coming, give us a moment. [He then turned back at Clarissa and touched gently on her cheeks] Time to go, dear. This is going to be amazing!



This dinner is slated to be much more significant than the others, Valentijn thought to himself. The dinner was not just a normal celebration like they had previously; this time, there was also NSSCRA to celebrate, whereby Clarissa and Jolyn have won a few races, while Gwen herself did not perform as shabby and managed to hold a few good places for the races. Gwen, Charmaine, and some other Valentians handled the catering, coming up with many, many types of food that they can find – Chinese cuisine, Indian, Muslim, European, Vegetarian, Kosher, every single thing that they can find, it will end up on the menu. There is, however, a line drawn on exotic food, so there will be no shark fins, whales, or anything too weird like that. Snake meat does not make an appearance this time, mainly because it irked most of the Valentians when it was first introduced – even Marcus disliked it after trying it out, and he’s supposed to be that one Valentian that likes all kinds of food.

The cake, this time, once again measures up 30 meters in radius, and around 15 meters in height. The cake was enormous, with a generous helping of icing on it, and it is mostly vanilla with chocolate and strawberry inside.

Charmaine Marissa Hannah Vera Teresa: Don’t worry, Val! You can’t go wrong with this cake flavour combination! Oh and yeah, we did the wording like you said.

The wordings, that took a while, Charmaine and the rest thought. They have the pleasure of hovering around or tying ropes and doing daredevil aerobatics just to get a few words and decorations on the face of the cake. They tried their very best with it, but it was too difficult. They gave up on the classic icing method, and instead went with the edible paper that one would see on birthdays. The Valentians printed out an enlarged picture of the four Valentians’ cars, as well as some writings on it that says: “CONGRATULATIONS AND WELCOME HOME, VALENTIAN RACERS! A toast to Clarissa, Jolyn, Gwen, and Marcus.”

Charmaine Marissa Hannah Vera Teresa: And there, that was done!

Carissa Beatrice Sammi Trina Natana: Haha, we could have went with this idea a long time ago. I thought the icing would help.

Angela Stella Trista Tan Fang Ling: Trust me, Carissa… nothing good comes out of the icing thing.

Augustine Lorenzo Terry Vinto Stefano: At least it’s not an ice-cream cake… goodness knows that it will melt!

Valentijn Samantha Maxwell Constantine: Haha, this is all looking very fantastic! Excellent, excellent. So…. What do you guys think?

Clarissa Alanis Star Coraline Taissa: Woo-hoo, thanks Vallie! I love it so much, haha! ^^

Jolyn Helen Maxine Caulfield Ceeta: Pretty damn neat! I love that you printed the cars on the cake.

Gwen Tracer Allison Fate Hepburn: Oh shoot wait, I forgot about the car decoration. Anddd here you go!

Gwen placed the 4 replica cars on the top of the cake, making sure that they won’t sink. In the middle is a confetti popper that is filled with edible streamers, in case they land back onto the cake.

Marcus Alan Ariel Baptiste Reynolds: Very nice, thank you, guys! I mean, I only raced once, but I am glad for all these things. I really, really appreciate that.

Valentijn Samantha Maxwell Constantine: No problem, my friends! Well, here’s to hoping that this event will be normal for once-

Just then, an alarm rang inside his helmet.

Valentijn Samantha Maxwell Constantine: Ahh, would you look at the time! I think it’s time for the guests to start pouring in!



The Valentians would be waiting outside of the large White House (Valentijn and the Sixty official’s residence), with some of the Valentians residing inside and either guarding and eyeing the cake, or testing out the music system, or checking that the pinatas are stuffed to the brim with candy. Most importantly, the Valentians were busy checking and auditing that the ADFs are working – Active Defense Systems that would dispense out whatever is necessary to quell off offensives – bullet stoppers, fire extinguishers, anti-magic devices, you name it. Though, the latter is only used sparingly due to the nature of aesthetic magic that the guests could fancy themselves using.

Upon arriving in front and entering the White House, one would find the following amenities:

  • The Front – Entering from the front door, the guests would be treated to the statue of a globe, with a plaque at the bottom of it. It reads: “Dedicated to the billions of lives lost to a meaningless war. The war, by nature, has caused deaths, but at the same time, it has brought about the rise of Valentine Z – A self-proclaimed Beacon of Hope for many. However, we must not take this for granted, and safeguard this safety that we all enjoy.”
  • After passing through the statue and turning left, one would find themselves at the living room – a large 200 m x 200 m x 150 m room with the cake in the middle, with a generous amount of chairs, home threatre systems, and the like. There is also a bar, tended by Lead Ambassador Germaine, who is there to nurse up people that has drank too much, but primarily to let people enjoy a drink and to let themselves go now and then.
  • Exiting through the side of the living room, is a backyard that is around 60 m x 40 m. It is mostly for outdoor functions such as BBQ and the like, as well as launching low-powered fireworks. Pyrotechnics are limited due to the nature of grass and gardens having the potential to catch fire. 3rd Sgt. Tracie will be tending the DJ booth, with requests accepted and fulfillable, though might be rejected if she is not in a mood.

And with that, the Valentians wait eagerly for the guests to arrive, with Valentijn, Valentina, and Clarissa standing outside at the front yard.
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Postby Free Arabian Nation » Sun Oct 20, 2019 1:02 pm

An unmarked Jalopy pulled into the front of the entrance. The rusty old car had no windows and revealed an ageing man with a moustache, a crow, and an even older man driving the car. As the car came to a stop, the door was opened and the moustache man walked out. It was Abbas, leader of Arabia, and his caged pet bird Mr Bobby. The bird was just finishing up a cigarette as Abbas turned and walked to the car.

Abbas: Thank's for the ride, Abdul. I couldn't have made it without you.

Abdul simply smiled before driving off as Abbas waved. He stretched his back a bit before walking towards the entrance. His 2 piece suit was surprisingly well-maintained, excluding a small circular hole in his lower sleeve. As he walked towards the door, he looked up at the building. His eyes followed the building until they reached the very top. A confused expression grew on his face.

Abbas: Damn... This is a house? ... Right, Valentiners.

As Abbas looked around, he noticed Valentijn. He smiled and walked towards the tall man. He waved before lightly pulling on Val's pant leg like a child. Bobby made a cawing noise as he dropped and then crushed the cigarette on the bottom of his cage.

Abbas: You must be our host, Valentijn Samantha... Don't make me pronounce the rest of that name, please.

He burst into a fit of giggles before regaining his composure.

Abbas: It is an honor to be at your party, and a great relief too. It isn't easy back in Baghdad- Oh, where are my manners? My name is Abbas Ibn Arabiyya, but you can just call me Abbas. Though, I can imagine that you're used to long names by now.

Abbas raised his hand out, palm extended, while Mr Bobby paced around the bottom of his cage.
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Postby Quebec-Libre » Sun Oct 20, 2019 2:25 pm

The presidential Limo, a stretched 1966 Ford Mustang with 2 front Imperial Quebecois Flags, rolled down the front of the entrance. It was in pristine condition, and beared blue-metallic hubcaps. The Chauffeur came out of the car and oppened the backdoor, allowing His Exellency the Emperor to step out of the car. He was wearing a dark-blue trenchcoat and had the Médaille Honorifique de Bravoure au Combat pinned on the side of his heart. He also had a pair of small Crowned Fleurs-de-Lys pins on each flap of the coat's collar.

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Postby Fallen Albali » Sun Oct 20, 2019 6:08 pm

Another vehicle pulled up not long after; a nondescript, black SUV to be precise. Amaki, the Civil Dictator of Roulons, stepped out of the back door. Her fashion choice was really as colourless and dull as the car she arrived in - a pair of simple black trousers and a dark grey wool coat dominated her outfit, while the white collar of her blouse could just barely be seen underneath her coat. She wore no medals, no shashes, nothing extra. One couldn't be blamed for thinking she wasn't a leader at all, which suited her just fine.

Amaki turned around and helped what looked like a miniature version of herself climb out of the car; she wore a yellow dress with a pretty white floral pattern across it. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she began bouncing with giddiness. "C'mon Mummy, c'moooon! Let's meet our new friends!"
Amaki smiled at her daughter, though deep down she was dying inside. "Calm down kiddo, we'll meet them eventually. Remember what I said about behaviour?" Her daughter, Amara, nodded enthusiatically before running off towards the door to the Valentian house. "That includes no running!" Amaki called out; she walked up towards the entrance at quite a leisurely pace; after all, she was in no particular hurry to meet new people.
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Postby Quebec-Libre » Sun Oct 20, 2019 7:18 pm

Fallen Albali wrote:Another vehicle pulled up not long after; a nondescript, black SUV to be precise. Amaki, the Civil Dictator of Roulons, stepped out of the back door. Her fashion choice was really as colourless and dull as the car she arrived in - a pair of simple black trousers and a dark grey wool coat dominated her outfit, while the white collar of her blouse could just barely be seen underneath her coat. She wore no medals, no shashes, nothing extra. One couldn't be blamed for thinking she wasn't a leader at all, which suited her just fine.

Amaki turned around and helped what looked like a miniature version of herself climb out of the car; she wore a yellow dress with a pretty white floral pattern across it. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she began bouncing with giddiness. "C'mon Mummy, c'moooon! Let's meet our new friends!"
Amaki smiled at her daughter, though deep down she was dying inside. "Calm down kiddo, we'll meet them eventually. Remember what I said about behaviour?" Her daughter, Amara, nodded enthusiatically before running off towards the door to the Valentian house. "That includes no running!" Amaki called out; she walked up towards the entrance at quite a leisurely pace; after all, she was in no particular hurry to meet new people.

A child.

Denis had always loved kids. For no specific reason he had always liked children. They were so innocent. This one had fox ears and a tail though...But this wasn't exactly impressing him. With all the wierd stuff the Scientists of Northern Lights Institute were making, it could be a genitically engineered human...and if it wasn't, well, He was aware of, well, things, that the common Quebecoisfolk wasn't.

And so he walked forth but decided to throw a comment at the mother of the child.

"That's a nice kid that you got there, Ma'am."

Charles wasn't intending to be mad, provocative or annoying, and it showed.
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Postby Hapilopper » Sun Oct 20, 2019 7:29 pm

A stretch limousine, on the way to the Valentian Dinner
Fifteen minutes behind schedule
Considering he was getting ready to go to a pretty nice dinner in the land of Valentine Z, Chet Byrd was actually in a pretty foul mood. He looked back and saw Drake Stevenson, Marty Lewis and Chris Holmes laughing hysterically at god knows what. The three had spent the entire day pregaming for the dinner, and the last thing Chet needed – and the last thing Hapilopper needed – were drunk idiots making an ass out of themselves at a dinner attended by a number of state leaders.

“Is something funny?” Chet asked.

“You should see this thing Marty drew on Chris’s cast!” Drake barely said through his laughter.

Chris was still wearing a cast on his left arm, the result of a terrifying series of sidewinding snap-rolls at the end of the Proving Grounds 500, the last NSSCRA race of the season. The arm had been broken in two places, and was taking some time to heal. Chet scooted over to see what had been drawn on Chris’s cast, and gasped in horror.

“OH MY GOD!” Chet screamed. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!”

Unfortunately, the limo driver was startled by Chet’s sudden screaming that he lost control of the vehicle and nearly crashed into a car going the other way on the road. The Hapiloppians bounced around the back of the limo, with Chet’s head bouncing off the very hard limo window. Thankfully, it didn’t break, but Chet had one hell of a headache.

“I should show this to people!” Chris said joyfully. “Marty drew me a masterpiece!”

Chet rubbed his head and cast a disapproving look. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates. The drawing on the cast was too vulgar to display to a family audience, much less a group of state leaders. At least a couple of fellow NSSCRA drivers might be there too, maybe they might like it.

“Holmes, we’re going to be rubbing elbows with heads of state,” Chet said. “The last thing we need is some kind of diplomatic incident because you showed *that* to some dictator or king or some shit. Christ, guys, weren’t we told to be on our absolute best behavior on this trip?”

“Yeah, we were told not to start any wars,” Drake said. “I think if we just do our thing, we’ll be fine.”

“Stevenson, ‘our thing’ might not fly with a few people,” Chet said, before dropping to the floor of the limo in pain.

“Anybody got any aspirin?” Chet asked.

Just at that point, the limo arrived at its location – the site of the Valentian Dinner. Chris put on his coat – that mercifully, hid whatever horrors were hiding on the cast of his left arm, while everyone else got ready to get going. This would be one of the most interesting experiences of their lives. It was one thing to be hanging out with a bunch of race car drivers, but it would be another thing to mingle with actual leaders of actual, honest-to-god nations.

“Alright, gentlemen, you know what we were told,” Chet said. “Behave.”
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Postby Bloodshade » Sun Oct 20, 2019 7:37 pm

Faint sounds of a bell ringing were heard in the air for those standing near the entrance of the White House, it grew louder and louder until finally, Ambrosia appeared from the horizon, comfortably riding her bike towards the front of the White House. There was a basket attached to the front of the bike. If one focused hard enough, they could see a black feline trying its hardest to hide inside the basket.

Ambrosia screeched to a halt right in front of the White House. She got off her bike and parked in the nearest biking parking rack, making sure to lock it so no one decides to ruin her day. She picked up Salem who tried to resist by holding onto the basket with his claws but he couldn't contend with Ambrosia's strength.

Ambrosia: "Salem, are you going to cause any problems for me today? Look, I can't stop you. Just tell me in advance so I can at least prepare."

Salem: "That depends on the clientele. Are we going to meet respectable, sane individuals who can carry a conversation well enough with you? If that's a case, I won't cause a fuss. I wouldn't want to tarnish my reputation among men and women of class."

Ambrosia: "Just say yes next time."

Ambrosia allowed Salem to rest on her neck, like as he was a fur collar scarf. She walked a brisk pace towards the entrance since she didn't want to keep Valentine and his gang of mavericks. Ambrosia was forming up an appropriate greeting in her mind but her mind went blank when she saw her dear friend Amaki walking up to the entrance like as if she had all the time in the world. Ambrosia quickly made her behind Amaki, tapped on her shoulder and as soon Amaki turned around to see who was bothering her, Ambrosia gave her a quick but warm hug, unconsciously scratched her under the chin and then started to ramble.

Ambrosia: "I'm so glad to see you at an event like this. No one told me you'd come! I'd have been here earlier if I knew. Anyways, how's your day? Is that adorable little tykes yours? She's so adorable..."

Ambrosia's speech was cut short by smack to the face from Salem's paw. Ambrosia looked at Salem with a deathly stare then stayed quiet and shrugged at Amaki. Salem cleared his throat and looked towards Amaki.

Salem: "Greetings canine slash human hybrid. My name is Salem Saberhagen. Former rebel general and criminal mastermind. As you you can see, I've been turned into a cat and I have 500 more years until this curse wears off. Oh by the way, you might be at the wrong establishment. The kennel is a few blocks away!"

Salem giggled at his insulting joke while Ambrosia cupped her face in embarrassment but in an instant, Salem spotted a crow in a cage and started to chatter.

Salem: "Oh heavens above, Raw Fried Chicken in a cage. Excuse me! Sir! Would you care to sell this bird?"

Ambrosia: "Salem, can you stop making me look like an idiot before the dinner has even started? There's food inside! Leave the damn bird alone and apologize to Amaki while you're at it."
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Postby Arkeyana » Sun Oct 20, 2019 8:10 pm

The Arrival
A luxurious, obsidian-colored, streamlined...bus pulled up to the house. Instead of wheels, it ran on hundreds of tiny, pale-blue beams of light that seemed to levitate it in the air, yet kept it from sliding due to lack of friction. As it stopped, a door opened in the back, and out emerged four beings of...wildly varying stature.

The first was a small, bronze, sword-shaped robot that floated above the ground, a green "jewel" set into it's hilt. It gently drifted away from the vehicle, it's surface gleaming with green lines.

The second to disembark was another machine, a humanoid one, formally dressed and with red eyes. It straightened out it's uniform and followed the smaller robot, scanning the area.

The third to leave was a cloaked figure, the outside a navy blue but the inside, or what could be seen, a vibrant gradient of purple-orange, speckled with what appeared to be small white dots. The figure wearing it could not have much made out, but it had glowing, skeletal blue hands.

The final departure was from an entity that could only be described as mosntrous. It towered at five meters, standing on three arthropoid legs. It's skin was covered in bony plating. In spite of it's lower body, it's torso, head, and arms were somewhat humanoid, albeit lacking a neck. The head itself was very wide, and had no mouth, instead several "slits" and two gaps that were pitch black with the exception of amber rings. Short "spines" made their way down along it's massive arms, which ended in equally massive clawed hands whose strength was most likely formidable. As for attire, it wore a massive, elaborate set of armor, a scarlet "cape" flowing down the creature's back. A massive golden crown sat upon their head, and ornate carvings adorned the armor.

The Quartet of Unusual Beings made their way towards the door, moving silently and steadily.
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Postby Ashvenmern » Sun Oct 20, 2019 9:02 pm

A rift, a party, people.

Supreme Admiral Secor saw this as a win.

A rift opened in front of the Valentian Estate. Not Invisible to the Naked Eye but so Tiny is this rift that a Quark would be considered Mount Everest next to it and the rift a simple man. Secor with a thought caused the rift to expand a bit more till at long last it would achieve the size of an atom, from there she allowed her essence to leak through.

One moment there is no Supreme Admiral before the Valentian Estate the next moment there she was. She came adorned in a white and gold dress semi-military uniform and casual wear, upon her left shoulder the insignia of her rank and office, and upon her right shoulder "borrowed" and "gifted" medals of distinguished service acquired from other militaries... some of them you might recognize, one of them probably belonged to someone here probably.

She kept her white hair in a tight bun and changed her eye color from bright emerald green to blue because comments have noted that the look in her eye kind of spelled "crazy" or "lunatic". She had taken a moment to look in the mirror and while they had a point from their normal point of view, her superior point of view said they were clearly in need of an optician.

But she wasn't here to make enemies. Best to make others feel comfortable than miff them by explaining to them why they are wrong.

She like many other leaders headed towards the front of the estate at a confident stride and in the back of her head considering how that globe statue would make a great living room centerpiece (in her head and not out loud).
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Postby Alpes a Septentrionali imperium » Sun Oct 20, 2019 9:19 pm

A group of men, numbering around 7 comes to the front of the large White House by coach and carriage. Alpeians, one of the Multiverses many versions of the French. the Emperor Matthieu, the crown prince Charles, The Foreign Affairs Lord de Vara, and a man that the Emperor thought was funny, Ferdinand or something like that. along with the 3 Gendarmes d'élite, they had on hand for their security. Most of them had been dressed rather simply for this occasion, wearing Court uniform and the occasional medal. The Emperor came in a Uniform more elaborate and grand, with the ribbons and medals from the dynastic orders of his Europe covering the Uniform, as well as his world's version of the Legion of Honour's Grand-Cross cross and sash.

Matthieu: Eh bien, nous sommes arrivés. Quelle Langue?

First Lord de Vara: Anglais, mon seigneur.

Matthieu: Alright then, not what I wanted, but none then less. We are finally here at this dinner party, perhaps we'll finally get to meet some new and interesting people, or maybe some old faces that I'd rather not see, It was still nice to be invited. Also Charles, my boy, would you please take our gifts to the man and madame of the house. He says this well giving Prince Charles a few delivery forms to give to the Valentians

Charles: Will do father, just who do you want me to give these to?

Matthieu: They're the tallest people in the next 800 sq kil- Know what, Vara just go with Charles to give those to them! Now if you excuse me, and Monsieur d'Alene we will mingle with the guests until you get back. Perhaps we'll meet someone really interesting, our I'll get into an argument with the Empereur du Québec, oh how we disagree.

And with that, the four split into different groups with the Emperor going with d'Alene to meet the guests, and Prince Charles and First Lord de Vara going to meet this dinner's gracious hosts.
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Ignis States
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Postby Ignis States » Sun Oct 20, 2019 10:30 pm

At once, the air around 20 feet in front of the White House's entrance splits in two to reveal a shining indigo rift, about big enough for a man to step through. With an indignant "Do be careful!", a certain anthropomorphic vulpine stumbles out of the portal, quickly righting himself as he glances around. His outfit consists of an oddly intimidating black and slate gray military uniform, a minimalistic pin in the shape of an eye on the right side of his collar.
On his shoulders is a body length cape of blueish purple fabric, complimented by his abnormally long, caramel colored hair that tumbles down his back. A few strands, however, linger in front of his face.

This is most likely Zen, the newfound Regent of the Ignis States. Behind him emerges a human looking girl, about 17 years old from the looks of it. Her hair is a pitch black, spiky and coming down to her shoulder blades. The front sticks almost straight up. Her attire consists of a black suit of Saiyan-style battle armor with white highlights and small, angular shoulder guards. Wrapped around her waist is her tail, a signature hallmark of her race.

"Even different versions of this dustball look the same. Why are we even here?" The Saiyan says to Zen, clearly irked by the prospect of sticking around here.

Zen simply responds by walking towards the entrance, noting the presence of Emperor Matthieu.
"That's simply because diplomacy is about two things: Contending with people you despise and locations you despise. I hope to only encounter the former here." He remarks with a tinge of humor to his tone, naturally. "Now....are you going to follow me, Lottus?"

"Yeah, boss. I won't beat someone to death because I find them annoying....or because they look like a good challenge....or because they look like an entitled weakling." Even with this resigned tone, there's still a dangerous sense of repressed bloodlust to her tone. Regardless, she seems controlled for now.
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Postby A m e n r i a » Mon Oct 21, 2019 6:30 am

Tianshi entered the venue like he would any other official event in the NationStates multiverse - from the sky. The bright lights would make his shadow visible from the ground as the Celestial descended gracefully gently flapping his monochrome feathered monochrome wings. The closer he got to the ground, the more his appearance became clear. He wore a white batik shirt with deep blue patterns, with a complementary coat, bearing his Family pin and several military honours from his experience in WWIII, jeans, black socks and shoes of a darker shade of blue. He landed carefully before making his wings disappear when he stood. Upon making eye contact with Valentijn himself, Tianshi would smile and open his arms wide. "Val, my man, how have you been, mate? It's been a really long time since we met, hasn't it? Two years, right?" he greeted the giant with his British accent.

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Postby Fallen Albali » Mon Oct 21, 2019 12:19 pm

Quebec-Libre wrote:
Fallen Albali wrote:Another vehicle pulled up not long after; a nondescript, black SUV to be precise. Amaki, the Civil Dictator of Roulons, stepped out of the back door. Her fashion choice was really as colourless and dull as the car she arrived in - a pair of simple black trousers and a dark grey wool coat dominated her outfit, while the white collar of her blouse could just barely be seen underneath her coat. She wore no medals, no shashes, nothing extra. One couldn't be blamed for thinking she wasn't a leader at all, which suited her just fine.

Amaki turned around and helped what looked like a miniature version of herself climb out of the car; she wore a yellow dress with a pretty white floral pattern across it. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she began bouncing with giddiness. "C'mon Mummy, c'moooon! Let's meet our new friends!"
Amaki smiled at her daughter, though deep down she was dying inside. "Calm down kiddo, we'll meet them eventually. Remember what I said about behaviour?" Her daughter, Amara, nodded enthusiatically before running off towards the door to the Valentian house. "That includes no running!" Amaki called out; she walked up towards the entrance at quite a leisurely pace; after all, she was in no particular hurry to meet new people.

A child.

Denis had always loved kids. For no specific reason he had always liked children. They were so innocent. This one had fox ears and a tail though...But this wasn't exactly impressing him. With all the wierd stuff the Scientists of Northern Lights Institute were making, it could be a genitically engineered human...and if it wasn't, well, He was aware of, well, things, that the common Quebecoisfolk wasn't.

And so he walked forth but decided to throw a comment at the mother of the child.

"That's a nice kid that you got there, Ma'am."

Charles wasn't intending to be mad, provocative or annoying, and it showed.

Amaki smiled a little. "She is." Amaki didn't look at the man who was speaking to her, though not to be rude. She kept her eyes on her child, who was skipping back towards them. "She isn't known for standing still..." she added after a small moment's silence.

Bloodshade wrote:Ambrosia quickly made her behind Amaki, tapped on her shoulder and as soon Amaki turned around to see who was bothering her, Ambrosia gave her a quick but warm hug, unconsciously scratched her under the chin and then started to ramble.

Ambrosia: "I'm so glad to see you at an event like this. No one told me you'd come! I'd have been here earlier if I knew. Anyways, how's your day? Is that adorable little tykes yours? She's so adorable..."

Ambrosia's speech was cut short by smack to the face from Salem's paw. Ambrosia looked at Salem with a deathly stare then stayed quiet and shrugged at Amaki. Salem cleared his throat and looked towards Amaki.

Salem: "Greetings canine slash human hybrid. My name is Salem Saberhagen. Former rebel general and criminal mastermind. As you you can see, I've been turned into a cat and I have 500 more years until this curse wears off. Oh by the way, you might be at the wrong establishment. The kennel is a few blocks away!"

Salem giggled at his insulting joke while Ambrosia cupped her face in embarrassment but in an instant, Salem spotted a crow in a cage and started to chatter.

Salem: "Oh heavens above, Raw Fried Chicken in a cage. Excuse me! Sir! Would you care to sell this bird?"

Ambrosia: "Salem, can you stop making me look like an idiot before the dinner has even started? There's food inside! Leave the damn bird alone and apologize to Amaki while you're at it."


Before Amaki could even think about saying any more, her attention was captured by a tapping on one of her shoulders; she hadn't even fully seen who was responsible before she was wrapped up in a tight hug. Amaki's canine ears flattened against her head in anger, but that emotion was almost immediately replaced by happiness. Ambrosia. Of course... Nobody else could be so bold. Amaki attempted to say something, but that failed when Ambrosia tickled her under the chin. Her ears flattened against her head again, but this time it was because she really liked it.

"Oh, er... yes!" Amaki struggled to keep up with Ambrosia's fast-paced rambling at first. "This little girl is Amara and I"- she was rudely interrupted by the cat on Ambrosia's shoulders, and was too stunned by the talking cat to regain control of the situation. A talking cat wasn't even the weirdest thing she'd ever seen... when the cat insulted her, Amaki truly entered her comfort zone.
"I'd rather live in a kennel than eat wet cat food for half a millennium. Oh, and at least I can open doors without asking an adult to do it for me." She didn't deliver her comeback with her usual bitterness. In fact, she was quite amused by this whole situation. Maybe Ambrosia had got her into a good mood.

Amara caught sight of the cat and ran up to greet him. "Oh, wow! A talking kitty! Can I pet him, miss? Pleeease?" She looked up at Ambrosia with those classic, hard to resist puppy eyes. She was getting good at it.
"Amara, stop pestering the nice lady and her mean kitty."
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Postby Quebec-Libre » Mon Oct 21, 2019 12:42 pm

Fallen Albali wrote:
Quebec-Libre wrote:A child.

Denis had always loved kids. For no specific reason he had always liked children. They were so innocent. This one had fox ears and a tail though...But this wasn't exactly impressing him. With all the wierd stuff the Scientists of Northern Lights Institute were making, it could be a genitically engineered human...and if it wasn't, well, He was aware of, well, things, that the common Quebecoisfolk wasn't.

And so he walked forth but decided to throw a comment at the mother of the child.

"That's a nice kid that you got there, Ma'am."

Charles wasn't intending to be mad, provocative or annoying, and it showed.

Amaki smiled a little. "She is." Amaki didn't look at the man who was speaking to her, though not to be rude. She kept her eyes on her child, who was skipping back towards them. "She isn't known for standing still..." she added after a small moment's silence.

He chuckled slightly, looking at the kid again. "I can see that."

"I used to have one...Until some bastard killed him." He then remarked.

The Emperor of Quebec signed, looking down and taking a small handkerchief to wipe away the tears that had just started to roll down his face.
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Ignis States
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Ignis States » Mon Oct 21, 2019 4:06 pm

Fallen Albali wrote:
Quebec-Libre wrote:A child.




Denis had always loved kids. For no specific reason he had always liked children. They were so innocent. This one had fox ears and a tail though...But this wasn't exactly impressing him. With all the wierd stuff the Scientists of Northern Lights Institute were making, it could be a genitically engineered human...and if it wasn't, well, He was aware of, well, things, that the common Quebecoisfolk wasn't.

And so he walked forth but decided to throw a comment at the mother of the child.

"That's a nice kid that you got there, Ma'am."

Charles wasn't intending to be mad, provocative or annoying, and it showed.

Amaki smiled a little. "She is." Amaki didn't look at the man who was speaking to her, though not to be rude. She kept her eyes on her child, who was skipping back towards them. "She isn't known for standing still..." she added after a small moment's silence.

Bloodshade wrote:Ambrosia quickly made her behind Amaki, tapped on her shoulder and as soon Amaki turned around to see who was bothering her, Ambrosia gave her a quick but warm hug, unconsciously scratched her under the chin and then started to ramble.

Ambrosia: "I'm so glad to see you at an event like this. No one told me you'd come! I'd have been here earlier if I knew. Anyways, how's your day? Is that adorable little tykes yours? She's so adorable..."

Ambrosia's speech was cut short by smack to the face from Salem's paw. Ambrosia looked at Salem with a deathly stare then stayed quiet and shrugged at Amaki. Salem cleared his throat and looked towards Amaki.

Salem: "Greetings canine slash human hybrid. My name is Salem Saberhagen. Former rebel general and criminal mastermind. As you you can see, I've been turned into a cat and I have 500 more years until this curse wears off. Oh by the way, you might be at the wrong establishment. The kennel is a few blocks away!"

Salem giggled at his insulting joke while Ambrosia cupped her face in embarrassment but in an instant, Salem spotted a crow in a cage and started to chatter.

Salem: "Oh heavens above, Raw Fried Chicken in a cage. Excuse me! Sir! Would you care to sell this bird?"

Ambrosia: "Salem, can you stop making me look like an idiot before the dinner has even started? There's food inside! Leave the damn bird alone and apologize to Amaki while you're at it."


Before Amaki could even think about saying any more, her attention was captured by a tapping on one of her shoulders; she hadn't even fully seen who was responsible before she was wrapped up in a tight hug. Amaki's canine ears flattened against her head in anger, but that emotion was almost immediately replaced by happiness. Ambrosia. Of course... Nobody else could be so bold. Amaki attempted to say something, but that failed when Ambrosia tickled her under the chin. Her ears flattened against her head again, but this time it was because she really liked it.

"Oh, er... yes!" Amaki struggled to keep up with Ambrosia's fast-paced rambling at first. "This little girl is Amara and I"- she was rudely interrupted by the cat on Ambrosia's shoulders, and was too stunned by the talking cat to regain control of the situation. A talking cat wasn't even the weirdest thing she'd ever seen... when the cat insulted her, Amaki truly entered her comfort zone.
"I'd rather live in a kennel than eat wet cat food for half a millennium. Oh, and at least I can open doors without asking an adult to do it for me." She didn't deliver her comeback with her usual bitterness. In fact, she was quite amused by this whole situation. Maybe Ambrosia had got her into a good mood.

Amara caught sight of the cat and ran up to greet him. "Oh, wow! A talking kitty! Can I pet him, miss? Pleeease?" She looked up at Ambrosia with those classic, hard to resist puppy eyes. She was getting good at it.
"Amara, stop pestering the nice lady and her mean kitty."


Zen raises his eyebrow upon noting the presence of Amaki and Amara, starting a brisk walk towards the pair as his Saiyan assistant quickly follows. About halfway there, the fox waves his hand in greeting, a friendly smile on his face.
"Ah, greetings. I don't quite believe we've met before." As the vulpine states this, he stops, swiftly extending his furred hand. It seems he's asking for a handshake.

Lottus looks completely uninterested, crossing her arms, but Zen quickly glances back at her, the barest hint of a glare making her spring into attention faster than you could say "threatening bodily harm".
"What's up? The name is Lottus, Legenda-" As she begins to proudly remark, another glance from her boss causes her to abruptly stop. It seems he doesn't exactly want the Saiyan bragging.
".....just a regular Saiyan elite. I work as an assistant to this guy right here."
Z: "Wlylas Pyrrus at your service. But please, do call me Zen."
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Postby Hapilopper » Mon Oct 21, 2019 5:36 pm

Chet Byrd was a little nervous as he walked through the Valentian White House. Frank Bronson joined him as they searched for some hors d’oeuvres and a nice drink of some sort. Along the way, any time they ran into someone that looked a bit interesting, they took the opportunity to introduce themselves. Both were wanting to be on their absolute best behavior, surrounded by world leaders and other members of the upper crust. After all, they were representing Hapilopper in this international party among some of the elite.

“Hello, good to meet you,” Chet said a little nervously. “I’m Chet Byrd, I’m a race car driver from Hapilopper in Atlantian Oceania.”

“And I’m Frank Bronson, I’m also a race car driver from Hapilopper.”

The two figured if they could make the absolute best impression on others, it would reflect well on the Dominion of Hapilopper in the future. The last thing they needed to do was embarrass themselves with stupid behavior that the Hapiloppians had, for better or worse, become known for in the last few years in sports. All they needed to do was be on their best behavior, be as respectful as could be, and don’t be an idiot.

While the two were meeting world leaders and being about as respectful as possible, Chris Holmes, Drake Stevenson and Marty Lewis were having a blast, telling stories to anyone that would listen and laughing like drunk idiots who were having way too much fun.

Some of these stories were tame – like the time Marty put spray cheese in an in-car drinking system in one of Drake’s race cars, and the time the Team Blue drivers commandeered (and then crashed) a golf cart belonging to Ken Henson, former owner of Team Blue, Hapilopper’s NSSCRA team, but others were a little spicy, like the time Marty had to be fished naked out of the West River in Hapilopper City after going on a fishing trip in search of the infamous Hapiloppian Cabbage Shark, and the time Marty accidentally destroyed a hotel room after drinking a little too much moonshine.

One group was having more fun than the other. Not surprisingly, it was the one that wasn’t too worried about putting on an appearance, and instead just deciding to be themselves and have a blast.
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Postby Karevka » Mon Oct 21, 2019 8:28 pm

A Karevkan-built NIK-1805 limousine pulled up to the White House's front entrance. It was painted black with tinted windows, which was typical for the private cars of Karevkan officials. Two small Karevkan flags fluttered at the front of the car as it slowed to a halt. From the driver's side door, a Spatzeva (special forces) officer sporting captain's shoulder boards came out, walked around the side to the passenger's side and knocked lightly on the window. Prime Secretary of Karevka Artyom Komissarov opened the door and stepped out. The Spatzeva officer gave a quick, crisp salute and Artyom returned the gesture. He wore on his dark grey suit (with black tie) his Order of the Democratic Republic medal, his Wound Badge (Silver Grade) and CPK party pin. The driver was dismissed, and got back into the vehicle and departed. Komissarov was now on his own. This was his first visit to Valentine Z, so far he liked what he saw but was confused at why the roofs were far above the average height of a human. He would soon see why. On the front lawn were two women and a male. The Karevkan could easily determine all three were above ten feet tall just by looking at them. He suddenly became very unsteady and stumbled around until firmly placing his hand on a wall. They're all so tall, he thought to himself if I were to anger one of them they could chuck me across the city. He regained his composure and, still slightly dazed, walked up towards the giants and introduced himself. He cleared his thought "Hello, I'm Artyom Komissarov."
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Postby Bloodshade » Mon Oct 21, 2019 8:41 pm

Fallen Albali wrote:Before Amaki could even think about saying any more, her attention was captured by a tapping on one of her shoulders; she hadn't even fully seen who was responsible before she was wrapped up in a tight hug. Amaki's canine ears flattened against her head in anger, but that emotion was almost immediately replaced by happiness. Ambrosia. Of course... Nobody else could be so bold. Amaki attempted to say something, but that failed when Ambrosia tickled her under the chin. Her ears flattened against her head again, but this time it was because she really liked it.

"Oh, er... yes!" Amaki struggled to keep up with Ambrosia's fast-paced rambling at first. "This little girl is Amara and I"- she was rudely interrupted by the cat on Ambrosia's shoulders, and was too stunned by the talking cat to regain control of the situation. A talking cat wasn't even the weirdest thing she'd ever seen... when the cat insulted her, Amaki truly entered her comfort zone.
"I'd rather live in a kennel than eat wet cat food for half a millennium. Oh, and at least I can open doors without asking an adult to do it for me." She didn't deliver her comeback with her usual bitterness. In fact, she was quite amused by this whole situation. Maybe Ambrosia had got her into a good mood.

Amara caught sight of the cat and ran up to greet him. "Oh, wow! A talking kitty! Can I pet him, miss? Pleeease?" She looked up at Ambrosia with those classic, hard to resist puppy eyes. She was getting good at it.
"Amara, stop pestering the nice lady and her mean kitty."


Salem's malicious aura grew stronger as he felt Amaki's joke pierce his pride. He stood upright on one of Ambrosia's shoulders and looked down at Amaki, with his eyes contracting into a slit which indicated how disgruntled he was. He then gave what could be described as the closest human smirk that a cat could give and rested one of his paws on Ambrosia's head.

Salem: "No, I don't and won't eat the filth that normal cats eat. Ambrosia here knows that I only accept the finest of meats."

Ambrosia puffed in reply to his pompous statement and pushed him off her shoulder, forcing him to land on the floor.

"I think you're forgetting to mention something. I only cook steak for you because you either sob every time I try to give you cat food or you simply refuse to eat if I don't cook steak for you! I don't want to see you starve to death."

Salem: "Oh so you're going to be like that now, Ambrosia? Picking her side over your own kin! Very well canine slash human hybrid, you win this round and by the way..."

Salem's speech was cut short and he froze the moment he saw a younger version of Amaki speeding towards him. His body didn't wish to move at all and the closer the pup got to Salem, the more his heart wanted to leap out of his body and take a taxi right back home. The moment the pup stopped and towered over him, Salem's ears went down and he looked up towards Ambrosia, hoping that she'd intervene on his behalf. Ambrosia knelt on the floor so she could speak to Amara face to face and also so she could steal a chance to ruffle the little girl's hair which she most certainly did while Amara was busy focusing on her puppy eyes. Salem's heart dropped when he noticed that Ambrosia was falling right for Amara's puppy eyes.

Ambrosia: "I can't believe how adorable you are and I could just squish those cheeks of yours! You're just as sweet as your mother! Now then about this little cat that you wanna pet, I'm sure he'd gladly let you pet him. I'll let him eat whatever he wants when we get to the party if he's nice to you."

Salem could hear what Ambrosia was offering and decided it was worth taking the risk. He went prone and edged slowly towards Amara until he reached what he deemed to be a safe distance then stood his ground, waiting for Amara to do as she wished. Ambrosia stood up, delighted that Salem finally was starting to play nice, and went over to stand in close proximity to Amaki, casually locking arms with hers.

"I don't know if you've been told this or not but you make a pretty good mummy!.....Also, you don't mind taking Salem away for a few years by any chance? Heh."
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Postby Alpes a Septentrionali imperium » Mon Oct 21, 2019 9:17 pm

Ignis States wrote:
Fallen Albali wrote:Amaki smiled a little. "She is." Amaki didn't look at the man who was speaking to her, though not to be rude. She kept her eyes on her child, who was skipping back towards them. "She isn't known for standing still..." she added after a small moment's silence.



Before Amaki could even think about saying any more, her attention was captured by a tapping on one of her shoulders; she hadn't even fully seen who was responsible before she was wrapped up in a tight hug. Amaki's canine ears flattened against her head in anger, but that emotion was almost immediately replaced by happiness. Ambrosia. Of course... Nobody else could be so bold. Amaki attempted to say something, but that failed when Ambrosia tickled her under the chin. Her ears flattened against her head again, but this time it was because she really liked it.

"Oh, er... yes!" Amaki struggled to keep up with Ambrosia's fast-paced rambling at first. "This little girl is Amara and I"- she was rudely interrupted by the cat on Ambrosia's shoulders, and was too stunned by the talking cat to regain control of the situation. A talking cat wasn't even the weirdest thing she'd ever seen... when the cat insulted her, Amaki truly entered her comfort zone.
"I'd rather live in a kennel than eat wet cat food for half a millennium. Oh, and at least I can open doors without asking an adult to do it for me." She didn't deliver her comeback with her usual bitterness. In fact, she was quite amused by this whole situation. Maybe Ambrosia had got her into a good mood.

Amara caught sight of the cat and ran up to greet him. "Oh, wow! A talking kitty! Can I pet him, miss? Pleeease?" She looked up at Ambrosia with those classic, hard to resist puppy eyes. She was getting good at it.
"Amara, stop pestering the nice lady and her mean kitty."


Zen raises his eyebrow upon noting the presence of Amaki and Amara, starting a brisk walk towards the pair as his Saiyan assistant quickly follows. About halfway there, the fox waves his hand in greeting, a friendly smile on his face.
"Ah, greetings. I don't quite believe we've met before." As the vulpine states this, he stops, swiftly extending his furred hand. It seems he's asking for a handshake.

Lottus looks completely uninterested, crossing her arms, but Zen quickly glances back at her, the barest hint of a glare making her spring into attention faster than you could say "threatening bodily harm".
"What's up? The name is Lottus, Legenda-" As she begins to proudly remark, another glance from her boss causes her to abruptly stop. It seems he doesn't exactly want the Saiyan bragging.
".....just a regular Saiyan elite. I work as an assistant to this guy right here."
Z: "Wlylas Pyrrus at your service. But please, do call me Zen."


The Emperor and his Friend Ferdinand were sitting at the bar, partaking in the selection of fine wines and greeting whoever came by, waiting for de Vara and the Prince. Than Ferdinand disappeared well the Emperor was looking away, and next thing you know, we now have frantic semi-elderly(He's middle-aged, but looks a lot older) Emperor looking for 6 Frenchman(Alpeians) at a dinner party with a glass of Bordeaux Red.

" Eh bien, suis-je en avoir une bonne chance aujourd'hui. Tout le monde disparaît sur moi, leur empereur, et je cherche comme un fou à la recherche pour eux." The Emperor says this as he notices the Ignis fellow and his assistant that had arrived some time ago." Ah, they might be of some help in my endeavor to find all the guests and guards I lost. Also, I haven't heard from the Ignis states all that often recently, so why not.

" Good day to you...All." The Emperor stops talking noticing, that instead of the two he had never met, he was instead accosted to a much larger group, with people who aren't as well liking of him." How are you all, and what are all your names? well those I have never before met. I should probably introduce my self as well, I am Emperor Matthieu XV of Alpes a Septentrionali, and.." The Emperor tried starting some small talk, well thinking about he had got himself into a conversation that he was probably not meant to be in, all to find 6 people.
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Postby Ignis States » Tue Oct 22, 2019 3:45 am

Alpes a Septentrionali imperium wrote:
Ignis States wrote:
Zen raises his eyebrow upon noting the presence of Amaki and Amara, starting a brisk walk towards the pair as his Saiyan assistant quickly follows. About halfway there, the fox waves his hand in greeting, a friendly smile on his face.
"Ah, greetings. I don't quite believe we've met before." As the vulpine states this, he stops, swiftly extending his furred hand. It seems he's asking for a handshake.

Lottus looks completely uninterested, crossing her arms, but Zen quickly glances back at her, the barest hint of a glare making her spring into attention faster than you could say "threatening bodily harm".
"What's up? The name is Lottus, Legenda-" As she begins to proudly remark, another glance from her boss causes her to abruptly stop. It seems he doesn't exactly want the Saiyan bragging.
".....just a regular Saiyan elite. I work as an assistant to this guy right here."
Z: "Wlylas Pyrrus at your service. But please, do call me Zen."


The Emperor and his Friend Ferdinand were sitting at the bar, partaking in the selection of fine wines and greeting whoever came by, waiting for de Vara and the Prince. Than Ferdinand disappeared well the Emperor was looking away, and next thing you know, we now have frantic semi-elderly(He's middle-aged, but looks a lot older) Emperor looking for 6 Frenchman(Alpeians) at a dinner party with a glass of Bordeaux Red.

" Eh bien, suis-je en avoir une bonne chance aujourd'hui. Tout le monde disparaît sur moi, leur empereur, et je cherche comme un fou à la recherche pour eux." The Emperor says this as he notices the Ignis fellow and his assistant that had arrived some time ago." Ah, they might be of some help in my endeavor to find all the guests and guards I lost. Also, I haven't heard from the Ignis states all that often recently, so why not.

" Good day to you...All." The Emperor stops talking noticing, that instead of the two he had never met, he was instead accosted to a much larger group, with people who aren't as well liking of him." How are you all, and what are all your names? well those I have never before met. I should probably introduce my self as well, I am Emperor Matthieu XV of Alpes a Septentrionali, and.." The Emperor tried starting some small talk, well thinking about he had got himself into a conversation that he was probably not meant to be in, all to find 6 people.


Zen quickly turns to face the Emperor, taking a few moments to properly recognize him before extending his other hand for a handshake, a friendly smile on his face, as per usual.
"Ah, right, I believe you met my predecessor some time back. You could consider me his replacement. Regent Wlylas Pyrrus at your service. Please call me Zen."
The Saiyan next to him grunts, glancing around at the various people. Why can't she let loose here like on every other human mudball!?

"Lottus. Saiyan elite and Zen's assistant. You don't look like you're at risk of annoying me....so good to meet you, I guess."
Well. She's certainly not the most polite.
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Postby Aurevbush » Tue Oct 22, 2019 2:04 pm

President Baize arrives at the Valentijn White House in her sleek new Cheb limousine, flying the Aurevbushan flag and her presidential standard, while not as luxurious as presumably the cars transporting other world leaders, but still turned the heads of some onlookers.
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Just before her chauffer stops at the curb, the President makes some small talk with Dr. Stewart Boyd, the enterprising gentleman from GALTech who taught the President and her staff about the multiversal theory in the first place.

"Oh, sucks that Jonny had to drop his invitation last minute. Could've been the trip he'd be thrilled to go." Boyd stared into the passenger window with his hand on the armseat."

"Well, to be fair Stewart, his son needs him now. Sudden heart problems can really draw families off their rails. And I hope their quality father and son time will not be their last. So young and with a really good heart." Baize almost cried before clearing her throat.

"I told Dr. Aspen to send Jonny your personal condolences-"
"Condolences? That's for when someone's dead, Jonny. Try not saying that when there's still hope for the family..."

"Sorry, Madam."

"Happy thoughts, now. I'm expecting this party to be quite a treat for leaders from every dimension. Hope I'm not looking to shabby.

"At an occasion like this, you can never look too shabby."

The car stops just at the loop of the entrance of the White House. Her chauffer walks to open the door for Baize and Boyd.

The President, at 5'5,(165 cm) gazes upon the colossal house where rumor has it, a 9 ft tall indiviudual lives here as they walk at the steps.

"I take it this Valentijn guy isn't that fond of dollhouses."

President Baize responded looking up and down and the entrance,"For a party with several guests, you've gotta go big. Last thing we'y''all want is to groove while breathing on each other's necks. Though, I'm not much of a dancer as I was back in the day."

Then, as both Tianna and Stewart gazed upon the tall blue skinned figure known as Valentijn, the former steps forward with a friendly hand gesture.
"Hi!" she shouted with a warm friendly echo to her voice. "I presume you are, Mr. Valentijn?" she gazed at his face.
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Khoronzon » Tue Oct 22, 2019 5:14 pm

The sound of thunderous footsteps resonated in the distance, accompanied by twisted braying, as Emperor Narcissus Apollyon and Truth Minister Iranon Syorin rode to the White House aboard their xanthos mounts - warped horse-like aberrations with faceless, vaguely humanoid heads, whose bare, flesh-coloured, blighted skin tightly hugged their powerful muscles and protruding bones. Their teeth chattered and their flesh quivered as they galloped on, ever closer to the entrance. Thankfully, the way was deserted, or the monstrosities would've caused quite the panic among Valentine Z's populace.

"Was this really necessary?", Iranon sighed, his mellow, drawn-out speech sharply contrasting the animals' harsh noises. Paired with his billowing light-brown hair and black scarves draped across his shoulders, he appeared as a peaceful apparition floating alongside a rabid beast.

"Of course. A hovercraft would've been boring, do you want to make a statement or not?", Narcissus retorted. His mount, Deimos, let out a guttural howl as if in agreement. "We'll have time to commune with the Void once we get there."

"If you wanted to make a statement, I'm sure Chimaira here would've sufficed..." Iranon drew closer to Narcissus and extended his hand, prompting the pale serpentine creature coiled around the Emperor's neck to stick its featureless head out and gently brush it against his palm. An eye opened on the side of its empty, mottled face, along with a tiny orifice from which a snake-like tongue flickered briefly before it sealed up again. Chimaira then shut its eye, which melted back into its blank visage, and withdrew its head, resting once again on Narcissus' shoulder.

...

Before long, the enormous residence of the Sixty came into view. Though they would hate to admit it, neither Iranon nor Narcissus could help but admire its grandeur - while Khoronzon has its own fair share of colossal monuments, some of which even dwarf the palace before them, the pristine splendour of the White House was still something to behold. As they came closer to the entrance, they noticed their rather tall hosts standing outside chatting with one another. They were visibly taken aback as the xanthi galloped up to the front, rearing and howling as their drivers pulled them to a halt.

Narcissus jumped off Deimos' back, handing his reins to Iranon who led the two animals up to the wall before sedating them with a generous dose of carfentanyl. He was clad in one of his more elaborate outfits, dressed almost entirely in pitch-black, adorned with various golden trinkets and ornaments embedded with bright red jewels. The pale, nearly white skin of his clean face and long, bony fingers contrasted dramatically with the dark fabric covering the rest of his body. A thick shawl, gilded at the trim, was draped around his upper torso, with the end hanging off the back of his right shoulder like a small cape. He wore a diadem underneath his long, black hair, with a rather large ruby adornment covering the sigil of Khoronzon carved into the centre of his forehead. As he greeted his hosts with a cold smile and a wave while Iranon joined him, Chimaira slithered out from under the folds of his shawl, opening three eyes to look at the giant figures standing before it and inquisitively tilting its head.
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Atkemri » Tue Oct 22, 2019 6:35 pm

Wells Arrives

A bright red sports car adorned with Atkemrian symbols drove up to the entrance of the White House containing the President of Atkemri and a ¨aid¨ who was brought along for some reason Wells wasn´t quite able to remember. This aid was Dr. Cavalier of the ASP Foundation there to make sure this rather odd event kept itself contained to the Valentian realm and otherwise out the Atkemri´s reality so that some semblance of normality could be kept. Wells was driving himself for once and his rust could be seen by anyone looking out the front window. He stopped rather abruptly and stepped out along with his passenger and they both walked in Wells looking far more confident than his partner of Cavalier. He moved towards the supposed host of the meeting Valentijn and waved at the giant. "Hey Valtenjin! How's it going?!" Wells assumed he had to tell because of the massive height difference.
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