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| Northern Conference on the Anatolian Region; Bringing Baradoz Together To Settle The Ixzaran Crisis | |
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| Grangale Empire | Aug 10 2011, 07:46 PM Post #21 |
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While Emperor Julii was reading the paper and thought crossed his mind. "Hey Geoffrey!" A moment later the butler appeared on the balcony. "You bellowed your Majesty..." "Make it known to the other leaders if they wish to speak to me on an informal basis, they can contact me though the villa's phone, and one of my aides will set something up." |
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| Deleted User | Aug 10 2011, 09:03 PM Post #22 |
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The Grand Duke was pleased to have some time alone, away from the other leaders, not that he didn't enjoyed their companionship but he needed to prepare his thoughts for the upcoming meeting. Once he was in his floor at the Villa, his staff arrived with a most grateful surprise, the Grand Duchess had come along too. "My dear Tasha! You came!" said the Grand Duke. "Yes My love, I guess we can consider this as our honey moon, once the meetings are over. I had never actually been on the northern states, and I heard they have some most lovely places to visit around here!" were the words of the Grand Duchess while kissing her husband. That day they wouldn't leave the villa... |
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| San Lumen | Aug 11 2011, 07:52 AM Post #23 |
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King Jason was shown to the room where he'd be staying while attending the conference. he was quite impressed by its grandeur. A room fit for a king he thought. He wondered how his brother Scott was doing back home. For the first time he was serving as Crown Prince Regent. He was about to call him when a butler walked in. "Good Morning Your Royal and Imperial Majesty. I am Oliver Holts. Anything you need over the course of your stay please let me know.'' Said Oliver. King Jason knew this would be a great conference and that he would enjoy meeting with the leadership of the country. "One thing I would like if it is possible is to visit the San Lumense Embassy.'' |
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| Deleted User | Aug 11 2011, 08:48 AM Post #24 |
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(OOC: NICE! Laurel and Hardy meeting and truckload of scotch!) 'Johan, I began to believe that you actually did get lost. That shower took such a long time... the North-Sea most have dropped couple of feet.' the Stadhouder said the moment the Raadspensionaris entered the room. 'Traveling is nasty business and gets one greasy, I can only recommend a bit of cleaning to you too. That would lower the risk of you being roasted for dinner instead of the local pigs.' the Raadspensionaris threw back. 'I actually have taken a shower while you were away, I could have made a trip forth and back to the moon too if I had wanted haha! I just received a phone call that our beloved ambassador can arrive any moment. I want to explain him a few things first before we leave this place.' the Stadhouder explained. A few minutes later a car stopped in front of Villa Rosa and a depressing looking guy stepped out. He seemed to say a few words to the driver and approached the house. As he entered the men greeted and the Stadhouder said 'Maarten, we need to discuss some matters first.' The three of them sat down and when the Stadhouder began to speak the ambassador Maarten den Hollander interrupted him. 'Ok cut the shit. I have no time for your loads of crap, and neither do you by the way. I very well know what you want to discuss with me. We have some bad history, or well... you have some bad history caused by me screwing you over multiple times. You weakness disgusts me, and it would not surprise me if you get some esophageal reflux whilst thinking of me. However, the days of us fighting are over. I have what I always wanted, an important international political position, that is it all. This is not personal, if you thought so you are even more arrogant than I could have expected. This is about our nation, not about some insignificant politicians. So I did my job as I have seen fit, everything has been prepared for and I am here to provide you with all the documents and information needed. Ok, that's all I needed to say.' He stopped talking and seemingly emotionless looked the Stadhouder in the eyes waiting for a reply It took the Stadhouder a while to process this, again Maarten had hit him from a corner he never expected. Maarten considered himself a winner and being the winner he felt himself in the position to stop the fight. The Stadhouder did not like his claim at all and wanted to oppose his thought. However, as his claim seemed unfit his ideas and plans did exactly match what the Stadhouder had hoped but never dared to expect. So he thought that it would be best to give him this one, but he was not to get full trust nor respect yet. The Stadhouder responded 'Very well, you won. I can not say anything else. However, as you understand it is an understatement to say that our trust in you has been damaged. I consider this conference as you last chance. There is much at stake and if you fuck this up you are done.' Maarten grinned and replied 'Is that a threat?' The Stadhouder said 'A threat, a warning, that is merely a semantic discussion. Let us say that there is much at stake and if you fuck up your head will be on one in no time.' The Ambassador frowned, and then laughed 'Threatening with medieval death punishments, I like your style! You have learned a lot from me sir, I am a very proud and satisfied man. As I said do not worry, I am on your side.' 'Well... this is you chance to prove it' the Stadhouder said while reaching out for a handshake, a gesture that surprisingly was returned with a rarely seen charming smile. 'Johan let us go for a walk, are you joining us mister Ambassador?' the Stadhouder asked. 'No, I am to make some phone calls. There are still a few things to be taken care of for the embassy. North Chicanan has provided us with a rather nice building I must say, but it is hell to get it furnished to our likings. I will meet you both later.' The Ambassador replied. *** The weather was pretty nice as the men went out for a stroll. 'This area is truly beautiful' the Raadspensionaris said, he quickly added 'Do you trust Maarten?' 'Nope, that will take a long time to happen. You have seen his change in position, but his character has not. He is still as dominant and overruling as always. The guy is powerful in many ways, he has been a strong enemy but maybe he could be a mighty friend too. Only time will tell I am afraid.' 'Well, I don't like it a bit' the Raadspensionaris concluded. 'There are too many things you do not like my friend.' the Stadhouder said. The matter was discussed for now and they walked on making remarks about the majestic area. After a while they heard a lot of noise and the Raadspensionaris asked what that could possibly be. ´Well, there is only way to find out.' Baaper said and they walked in the direction of the sounds. As they came nearer they could see a couple of what looked like very drunk guys and the Stadhouder said 'Well Johan, it seems that we are going to meet the highest placed people of Monaco-Ville-Nice.' 'I see the liquor, but where is the pussy?' the Raadspensionaris replied doing a poor attempt to hide his nervousness. 'Let us see if the gentlemen can spare a drink.' the Stadhouder said. 'Well, I am not sure if that is such a good idea sir.' the Raadspensionaris replied. 'Oh, don't be such a crybaby. Just put up your best smile and offer them a handshake.' the Stadhouder said and approached the greenhouse. As they came nearer they saw that the people from MVN had noticed their approach. The Pharaoh, however pretty drunk, prepared himself the best he could giving a few orders to his men. The huge door of the Greenhouse automatically opened upon approach and the stadhouder said while offering a handshake 'Your Majesty! It is an honour to meet you and your delegation! I am Stadhouder of the Republic of the Seven United Provinces Baaper de I van Voorne-Putten, this gentleman overhere is my assistant and the nation's second man Raadspensionaris Johan van Oldenbarneveld.' Both men, somewhat tensed, waited for the Pharaoh's reply... |
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| Deleted User | Aug 11 2011, 10:14 AM Post #25 |
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King Edward had met with his Chancellor, James Bentham, on the floor he had been given to stay on. "James, what do you think the outcome will be of all this?" "My King, I have no idea. Frankly, anything could happen. My recommendation would be to enjoy yourself tonight, from what I hear the delegation from MVN are very much doing so." "That isn't much of a suprise, the pharoah is a decent man, but he lacks self-restraint." Said the King, opening a bottle of North Chicanan's finest whisky and pouring himself a generous glass, "Maybe I should try that some time." "Haha, maybe Sir." "Oh, and contact the Dutch delegation, there is something I wish to speak to them about." "Yes, Sir." |
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| Empire of Monaco-Ville-Nice | Aug 11 2011, 10:29 AM Post #26 |
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The Pharaoh was more than a bit surprised to see people had approached his motley crue of friends. He figured the conference to be a bit stiff when it came to nightlife and partying. Much to the Pharaoh's dismay it was the leaders of the SUP that entered the greenhouse which by now had been turned into a sort of minibar by the Imperials. The Pharaoh slapped the Stadhouder on the back and said "Pleasure to meet you to Stadhouder Baaper de I van Voorne-Putten and Raadspensionaris Johan van Oldenbarneveld. " doing his best to pronounce a Dutch name in his intoxicated state. The Pharaoh continued "I am Pharaoh Mark Antony of Monaco-Ville-Nice." saying it proudly but being interrupted at the end by one of his guards throwing a nip of Vodka at him. The Pharaoh attempted to catch it but missed and then picked it up and offered it to the Stadhouder saying "No need to be nervous gents! We're enemies in morning, tonight we can be friends! I'm just glad we're not the only fools out for a drink!". The Pharaoh then walked over to a cooler packed with ice and seemingly all the local scotch from the Villa Narobi, possibly even the whole estate. All the men laughed looking at the bottles each costing over a hundred thousand dollars as if they were pirates having just raided a Spanish Galleon. "Tonight we put aside our differences and drink! However if we're to drink, I must tell you what I tell all my men." it seemed the Stadhouder and the Raadspensionaris were hanging on what the Pharaoh was about to say as if it were a state secret " Tell my wife nothing." all the men laughed. The tension erased between the men from the SUP and the Imperials they delved into there bottles. ....................................... The Queen was busy in the Villa Narobi making sure her wardrobe was set up properly. The Queen had an army of servants it seemed attending to the Queens wardrobe. She was undecided what to wear to the first meeting, a disaster it seemed to the Queen. "Several hundred options and I hate them all!!!!!" she screamed at a handmaiden. "What is the region to think of me if I show up in this rag!" the Queen yelled, holding up a Dolce and Gabanna dress worth thousands of dollars. Then the Queen saw it, a servant was placing just the kind of dress she needed in the rear of her walk in closet. The Queen smiled a bit before descending into rage at the way the servant was handling the dress "No, not like that you idiot! Just hand it to me and get out of my sight!". The servant nearly stopped in her tracks and ran over with the dress and bowing and apologizing profusely. The Queen was to interested in the dress to pay the servant even a sideways glance and walked out of the walk in holding the lucky dress. Once out of the closet Foreign Minister Nelson Beaudelairen approached the Queen and spoke "Shall we speak upon the Empires goals during this conference?". The Queen thought for a moment and then said "Surely that will be a wise thing to do.". The pair then set to work on developing the various positions of the Empire and going over the various positions of the other involved nations. The Queen would leave nothing to chance in this conference. |
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| Byronmandy | Aug 11 2011, 10:51 AM Post #27 |
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(OOC: sorry for being so late on this post) Finally, even if a bit behind schedule, the Byronmadian jet landed. President Wayne and Secretary Adair had been briefed on all that was to happen during the flight to North Chicanan. They were told about where they would be staying and who else was to attend the conference. “I have to say,” the president said to Adair, “I had hoped that the conference would focus first on establishing peace between us and MVN. Not only do I think that is the most pressing matter, but also how to we intend to create a future for Anatolia before the terms of peace have been established?” Secretary Adair nodded his head. “I’ll ask President Fillweed about it when we meet him.” Next, a single aide stuck his head out from around the corner so that he could see the two well-dressed men. “Mr. President, Mr. Secretary; they are ready for you.” he said. “Very well,” said the president as they both stood up and began walking toward the steps to exit the plane. The President was impressed as he exited the plane, but was focusing on trying to make this conference go right. He would need to be at his best if an honorable peace was to be established. Wayne and Adair made some small talk as they walked down the stairs toward the large group of cheering people and what appeared to be the President of North Chicanan below. As they neared the bottom of the steps, Adair looked off to his left and drew the president’s attention to three or four other large jets sitting on the runway. “I see were a bit late.” he said. Then they both walked toward President Fillweed. Wayne was the first to put out his hand. “Hello Mr. President, it is an honor to see you.” Edited by Byronmandy, Aug 11 2011, 10:52 AM.
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| Deleted User | Aug 11 2011, 11:23 AM Post #28 |
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The Stadhouder and the Raadspensionaris were handed two glasses generously filled with whiskey. He thanked the man who brought the drinks and looked the Pharaoh straight in the eyes 'I knew we did not have the best relationship you majesty. However, I never realized that we were enemies. Nonetheless, let us toast on the succes of this conference!' The Stadhouder took a sip and said 'Excellent, this stuff must be expensive'. When the guy who had brought the glasses explained the bottles to be worth over a hundred thousand dollars each he could hardly believe it. The only thing that came in mind was 'Johan, do you hear that? Over a hundred thousand dollars per bottle. You better enjoy it!'. The Stadhouder focused on the Pharaoh again, he smirked and said 'Well my enemy you sure know how to party.' *** Some small talk between the Pharaoh and both Dutch men followed *** After they had emptied their glasses a MVN guard came rushing in to fill it up again, but the Stadhouder stopped him 'No thank you sir, we rather would have a nice cold beer or a glass of wine if you have that. This is far too expensive for simple men like us. But anyway, thank you very much.' The Raadspensionaris, looked somewhat unhappy with this decision but did not protest. (OOC: I left the small talk area open, because it is dinnertime and I have to run. Please fill in the gap if you please.) |
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| Grangale Empire | Aug 11 2011, 12:34 PM Post #29 |
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Emperor Julii had finished reading the papers, and enjoying an expensive cigar when he heard a commotion coming from the front door. He stood up and drew the Mk.23 pistol he always carried in his coat and chambered a round and placed it back in his coat, as he approached the door, Kiryu and Almathea were already on it, but he gestured to them to stand down. As he neared the door he could hear the muffled shouting of men. "...told you, we haven't been alerted so we have no reason to let you in!" "...and AH told YOU! His Pharaoh the majesty Mark Anthony... sent US! Here..." The man the second voice belonged to was obviously piss-drunk. Emperor Julii decided to open the door and see what the drunkard wanted. The Emperor opened the door and found a pair of drunken MVN officers. "AW geeze!" The Emperor said as he reeled back as the thick smell of hard alcohol wrapped around him. "...you guys know you're supposed to drink this stuff and no go skinny dipping in it!" "AH-poligies your majesty!" One of the soldiers said and snapped to attention, well the most approximate that a man in such an inebriated state could accomplish. The other officer followed suit a moment later, as if he had to take a moment to process what his brain was telling his body. "His... majesty the Pharaoh requests, YOUR, presences. He wishes to have... uh... a drink with you!" Julii looked him over for a moment before speaking. "Alright, alright... hey you two!" He said pointing to Kiryu and Almathea, "You're with me." He didn't know what it was, but Kiryu could hold his drink like none other, and from past experiences he knew Almathea was a master behind a bar. "You two." He said pointing to the two Guardsmen at the door, "Stay here." The four made their way to where the party was, and when they arrived they were down to three. One officer has thrown up on himself and passed out in some bushes and Almathea commented that she hoped the staff would find him before any of the dignitaries did. Before they arrived, the Emperor leaned over and spoke to Almathea. "Hey, look like your about to take a night on the town and show them how it's done." The woman with raven black hair and emerald green eyes in her late twenties, one of the youngest to reach colonel, flashed a devilish smile and excused herself to the nearest women's restroom. When she returned she had her long hair fixed up, she'd hiked up her skirt just enough so that when she sat one would see the garters to her stockings, and finally she left the top buttons of her jacket and blouse un-buttoned. "DAAAYAM!" The drunk officer exclaimed. "Heh, NOW we're ready for this party." The Emperor said, running a hand and combing back some of his black shoulder length hair. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 11 2011, 03:29 PM Post #30 |
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Jaosn was a bit surprised by the arrival of the Royal Darj, but had no problems welcoming King Dizhwar to the conference. "Thank you ever so much for attending this conference. I am very pleased you changed your mind about attending and hope that you add much to the talks. And thank you for your condolences over our loss, and we look forward to seeing your national team at the Chicanan Open." The two leaders talked briefly while Aida grabbed her chaufeur and made him ready to take the delegation to the Estate, at which point they would return to pick up the President later on. After the Darjistani delegation boarded their limo, Jason contacted the room organizers and had the Northern suites at Villa Prane emptied and made ready for the King and his delegation. The Northern associates would be moved to Villa Lovejoy, which sat next to Villa Acadia and held the servants quarters on the first floor. Helene was also notified of the development and while surprised, she made sure the organizers made ready for another delegation at the talks. After the Royal Darj landed, the Byronmander colors showed their final approach. "I suppose better late than never," Jason said to Aida who responded "be nice Jason, they've had it a bit rougher than we have recently." As President Wayne approached the Northern couple, camera flashes went off for the first meeting between the leaders. Secretary Adair shook hands with Aida while the Presidents exchanged greetings. "Welcome President Adair. We look forward to working with you during this most challenging of times for our region. we are most pleased you have agreed to come to the conference and look forward to your imput towards the future of the Anatolia." The Byronmander limo sat ready and the Presidential couple walked the Byronmanders to their ride. Adair had mentioned that Byronmandy was more interested in working a peace arrangement with the Imperials before dealing with the Anatolia region first and while not promising a major shift in the program - Helene and Jason figured getting the Anatolia straightened out would lead to better terms for peace between the rivals, not the other way around - he would broach the subject with the First Minister as well as the other leaders when the conference began the next day. ------------------------------------------------------ The National was abuzz. The major paper, though, had only a small feature on the upcoming talks. Rather, the top fold dealt with the Hoops' surprising 2-1 victory over Queer Poco el Mono Ara in the World Cup - North Chicanan's first ever win in the World Cup. The victory led to major parties along Stanley Street - a welcome reprieve for the FA, who dealt with protests forever on the issue. The conference was noted on the bottom of the fold, with a glamor shot of the Imperial royals meeting the President as their cover shot. Inside the news reported the details of the conference, the location and the plans. A second report dealt with the findings of the black box, suggesting that the commuter plane's radio, while receiving radio from a plane - from which state was still being determined, the call was apparently muffled - they were unable to get their responses registered across the radio. The radio and cockpit were recovered but were still in Sicily and Northern investigators had only recently gained access to the wreckage and hoped to see any details that would cause the calls to be dismissed or not heard. ------------------------------------------ "Damn." "They're not fighting, eh?" "Of course not. Liquor makes strange bedfellows even strangers." "Ah Kat, give them a morning and both sides will haggle over position as they always do." The two sevants/butlers/lackeys were met by the host for Villa Acadia, Oliver Holt. Ollie was as amused by the Imperial and Provincial leaders making a fool of themselves outside the botanical gardens as Katrien and Wiggins, but was on call for the San Lumen delegation. "What for?" asked Kat, diverting her attention from the laughing in the distance. "King Jason wants to see the embassy." "Ah, that would be organized by the First Minister, right?" "I think so. She in the Catonal Hall still?" "Probably, see if her secretary's about to arrange it. The limo drivers are still bringing the President and Byonmandy back here so who knows if they are back." "Thanks Kat," and Ollie was off past the drunken royals to speak with Helene's secretary. Helene was surprised when the two walked into the hall, but let Ollie know that as the opening session of the conference was set for noon the next day, there should be no problem for the King to head back into St. John's and visit the embassy in the morning. She had Robbie call the embassy to notify them of the King's visit in the morning while Ollie went back to his villa to speak with the King. |
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