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Post by Faust on Jul 2, 2023 0:17:42 GMT -5
Prince Hector stood in the hallway ready to depart with the last of his luggage being carried out to the motorcade. It was early in the morning and the lack-of-sleep in his eyes stayed as the sun continued to rise over the horizon with the morning gusts of heat beginning to sweep over the chill desert air. His mother, Queen Catalina stood in front of him with her hands sweeping over his outfit to make final last-minute adjustments. His black coat was embroidered with gold that were accented by scarlet red hues his trousers, in contrast, were pure white with the only exception being a scarlet red bar running down the sides of them before being tucked away in his dark boots. Pinned to his chest were three medals; one signifying his status within the Nevarran royal family, the next being his status as an ambassador for the nation, and the last being the cultural icon of the nine-pointed star of the Aldean Church.
"I have arranged several outfits for you during the festivities, and several back ups to those outfits should there be any sort of mess or accident." The Queen stated while focused on going over every detail of his suit.
"Mama-" The prince started.
"Antoia and Matthis will also be with you, if you have need for anything make sure to talk to either of them about it. You will also have a security detail but bear in mind that no weapons are allowed on the premises and that its a social affair. That being said make sure to keep an eye on your exits or any windows in case something goes wrong."
"Mama-"
"Not that anything should go wrong but if something does you are to return home immediately. When you are not at the grand ball you must keep your gun on you, it only fires one shot at a time so in the worst case scenario make sure to always line your sho-"
"MAMA!" The prince practically roared throughout the hall. The mature woman quickly came out of her stupor and looked up to her son now giving a somewhat bashful expression form having to yell out, earning the quick glances of several staff moving about. The woman's focused expression became crestfallen as she moved her hands to cup either side of his face, bringing his head down and planting a kiss on his forehead before backing up.
"Forgive me, mi amorcito. I'm just... I'm so proud of you. I'll miss you too, me and your father." slight tears began to crest on the edges of her eyes, causing her to turn her face away as she quickly fetched for a handkerchief to dab her face. Hector scratched the back of his head for a moment.
"I didn't mean to yell, I apologize. But I know these things, I know how to keep myself safe. I know if father were well we would both be going but now I need to not only speak on his behalf but I need to be there as a figurehead on behalf of our people. I've personally overseen to the preparations as well and am aware of what's to be expected."
The queen let out a sigh as she wiped the tears from her face and looked to him with renewed radiance. "I know I know, you have done well so far. I trust you also know to not get into any trouble while you are there. Drink politely and responsibly, do not insult anybody especially not the hosts, and absolutely no carousing! You are an ambassador, not a common rake." he face gradually returned to a stern appearance.
"Mama, its a party! We are celebrating one-hundred years of peace and prosperity. I am going to enjoy myself but I swear to you that there will be no japes or licentious behavior from me. I will be swell and civil, the very pride of our people!" he gestured with wide arms, bearing an eager grin as he spoke.
Catalina crossed her arms as her demeanor shifted, "Well that is good, because if you are detained for doing anything stupid and I have to move away from your ailing father to come get you there will be more than nine hells to pay, do you understand." she spoke without finding any amusement in his gesticulation.
"...Yes mama..."
"Good, now give me a hug and kiss goodbye." she swayed her own arms out to embrace the now skittish prince before sending him north beyond the vast sands of Nevarra to Põhiliin.
The Prince was having a hard time keeping to his promise.
It was easy thus far, attending the party and shaking a few hands while chastenedly enjoying the refreshments that were served at the event. That was, until the Galran delegate decided to swagger into the room with the grace and eloquence of a limp-legged ass burdened from carrying such an immense hall of ego that it threatened to crush him in his ignorance. Just as he was about to acquaint himself with the delegate of Zarich, he found his ears assaulted by the cobbled-up slurs and patchwork bloviations of Raynsford stringing together whatever insults he could like an ape throwing its own feces as ammunition, immensely repugnant and just as immensely meaningless.
The affairs across the room caused him to pause in contemplation and to rapt his fingers on the table to concentrate as the raucous expletives of Raynsford ringed out across the hall. Just then an idea struck him, a devious plan one surely to land him in hot water if it were to go terribly but on the border of reason and revenge the line starts to blur. Of course, Hector was by no means involved in the affairs of what was happening directly but he considered it enough of a slight from having to hear Raynsford's dribbles enough clause for some sort of retaliation.
"Sorry mama, I thought I could hold out..."
The words echoed in his head as he set his plan in motion.
First he had sent Matthis off to go collect a bottle of import that he brought with him to the event and though the attendant looked as if he were being recruited into a conspiracy or some sort of coup, he reluctantly went to go retrieve the bottle. Afterwards he approached one of the koian waiters and requested a platter of shot glasses be brought to his time. After letting some time elapse, he had the implements he needed to carry out his plan. The print on the bottle read Amanecer Escarlata or "Scarlet Sunrise", a title well-earned from what's expected the morning after its consumption. Despite it's presentation, the contents of the bottle we're non-alcoholic and the color of the liquid was as red as its name suggested but was upon close inspection, certainly thicker than water like some sort of fruit juice. Even as he poured the liquid into two pristine shot glasses he hesitated a bit knowing that it wasn't made with the intent for direct consumption but dire circumstances often call for equally dire solutions.
With the "drinks" poured, Prince Hector plated them on the serving platter and confidently moved over towards where the altercation was taking place before introducing himself.
"Well if it isn't our party's delight, Secretary Octavian Raynsford. On behalf of the Kingdom of Nevarra I am pleased to see the finest representative of the Imperial State of Galra on this most auspicious evening. Tell me, why don't we toast? Not only to the wealth and prosperity of our nations, but to your successes on being the very face of your country. I know that your people shun spirits, but with me I brought this refreshing bottle of fruit juice.... no alcohol of course. Would you indulge me a few moments of your time? I know you must be quite busy and expected but I assume there is no harm in taking a moment to revel in one of your greatest hours?"
The Prince presented the platter, the two shot glasses filled almost neatly to the brim with the red drink.
"It's Escarlata, a difficult fruit to cultivate en masse and thus makes it quite a rare and exotic product. I would love nothing more to share it with you in the hopes that we could perhaps broach a conversation between our respective nations?"
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Post by Greywall on Jul 2, 2023 5:50:35 GMT -5
O'Donnell lightly nudged his Ashinarian friend "Only thing that fights harder than a Kumo is a pissed off Lusatian, you just gotta ya know...get them angry first. Hard task but that stupid rye cunt done the deed aye?" He motioned toward the table to take a seat while this was now involving more and more people while asking a Koian, "Oy laddie, can ye get me some of those pastries? The caramel salted ones." He slipped a 100 pound note into the Koian workers front pocket, "an entire tray please, thanks love". O'Donnell turned to Tagomych, "need a snack for the show". He then took a seat watching the Galran make a fool of himself. ------ Raynsford took some sick joy in stirring responses from the other representatives. To the count he said, "Listen here mud farmer, a new order has come. One these stupid lamp humping insects will know better than to cross, the Sovereign Union is order to the chaos you and those dress wearing faggots pretend to parade around Ouhiri along with some self proclaimed Shah of the North. All I hear are stupid barks from a dying breed, knowing how its end is coming to a superior breed that mighty god has chosen." To Reito, "Speaking of barking, listen to this useless bitch. Stupid woman, challenging me and the lord's might. This is why women should be in the kitchen or on their knees serving men who are scientifically proven superior as a sex in every right. But what would some genetic abomination know of pure strength? Especially this worthless child, you barely fared against those cavemen in dresses but if you want a proper attitude adjustment I could find a place for that mouth of yours after I slaughter your barbaric race." To Kotomichi who unfortunately was targeted by his rant, "I knew I smelt something, who let their dog in here? Oh you're a goddamn Ashinarian...gross. A walking scarf or perhaps coat for winter but dammit...that smell. Horrid, you backwater animals are allowed anywhere these days off that shit pile you call an island." He even turned on the Frannerri, "Speaking of horrid smells, Lusatian I see you allowed those sub human dogs the Frannerri to attend this year! How progressive, do they know how to wipe their ass and not piss on the floor? I expect them no better than apes in the Toulian jungles. Better check myself for parasites." Then finally Hector, he smiled smugly at the Nevarran "Listen to that you curs, hear that? This sand dog knows his place, he knows to respect his betters." He grabbed the glass and raised it to Hector, "To your...tribe or whatever den you crawled out here." He drank but before he could continue. IT HIT.
The heat, his throat seized and he began coughing rapidly, his eyes watering as he stumbled backwards. "WATER! WATER!" he gasped at the Koian staff, his mouth felt as if one fire had started and began more and more. His years of bland food and drink had made taste buds accustomed to such, this overloaded him and his pale face was now red from the Nevarran drink. "FOR FUCK SAKE GET ME WATER!" |
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Post by alxeu on Jul 2, 2023 10:22:49 GMT -5
Any retort the Count had died in a fit of uncharacteristic laughter when Raynsford drank what he presumed was hot sauce.
"The only one here who appears to be dying," he said, only barely composed, "is you."
Not knowing the name of the man who gave the Galran the drink, but nevertheless wanting to thank him, the Count of Czarnelasy turned to him and said, "Good sir, your humor is that of the Great Trickster himself, a toast to you - once we find something a bit tastier to drink!"
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Jul 2, 2023 11:19:01 GMT -5
The Koian server with the cup of water would waltz over, handing the Galran rep the cup as the need for something to quell the burn would certainly make them overlook anything wrong with the drink.
The two Dictators who inserted themselves into the situation would barely be able to hold themselves together, the two exchanging some strained looks as they try to laugh. The look would only make the pair burst out, Dictator Rela moving next to the Count while Dictator Valgus would step up alongside Reitō. Vidrik would give a nod to the Prince through his laughs, followed by a double thumbs up from both his left arms, mouthing “good job”.
The other representatives would all be focused on the scene now. Watching the Galran rep absolutely losing it while everyone else gets a show to watch. Even the guards would barely contain their snickering, the tension between them all dropping as they lower their guns and focus more on the rest of the crowd to ensure no one goes too insane during the scene unfolding. As well as prevent themselves from being unable to contain their laughter if they continued to watch the Secretary have his insides burned from the sauce.
Even the Veraki and Grinvelian delegates wouldn’t be able to hold back their giggles, trying not to show too much in fear if the man looks over in their direction.
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Post by Faust on Jul 2, 2023 15:13:13 GMT -5
Hector gave a grimaced smile as in the moment that Raynsford chocked back the drink he did so as well, hoping to not rouse any suspicion of course. What caught him off guard, however, was just how immediate the results were. Before the heat could start to dance along his tongue he witnessed the Galran practically double over. When his face came up to scream for water he watched as the man was already flushed with beads of sweat beginning to form as he rushed to the nearest attendant for a cool drink. He would join the rest of the party in laughter were he not already too busy patting himself on the back for plan more-than-well executed. That being said, his attention was taken from the display of the Galran screaming expletives in demand between coughs and dry heaves and looked over to the Count of Czarnelasy, as well as the Empress Reitō, and the Dictators Rela and Valgus.
"You must tell me more about this Great Trickster, they sound like quite the riot. And yes! I assure you, I brought more than just hot sauce to the festivities.-" he looked over seeing Antoia and several of his staff working in congress with the Koian staff to bring in several crates of booze. Wine, sangria, tequila, several brandys and a multitude of liqueurs.
"-Though I had a vested interest in perhaps sampling some qualities that don't circulate the vast quite often. I hear that the U.K.U.G. boasts remarkable whiskeys though I suppose there will be time for that in a moment. But, where are my manners I hadn't yet introduced myself. I am Prince Hector de Luna y Estrella Alvaro-Reyes, Son of King Hector Miguel Reyes and Queen Catalina de Santa-Rosa Alvaro. But all of that is going to be a headache when the hangover hits so for tonight I am just Hector, Ambassador for the Kingdom of Nevarra. It is a pleasure to make each of your acquaintances, nine blessings on each of you."
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Post by Sophie on Jul 2, 2023 15:59:34 GMT -5
"If your race and gender are so incredibly superior to mine own, perhaps you'd like to fight me one on one, without any weapons. I'm just a fifteen-year-old girl, and you have your lord's might, gender, and racial superiority, right? So kicking my ass should be easy for you." Reito smirked as she stood, her height easily dwarfing any human in the room. "Except we all know you won't because Kumo are bigger, stronger, and faster. If you ever tried to fight me, I'd have to hold back not to kill you in the first ten seconds. Whereas you'd have to go all out just to survive." She had to hold back raucous laughter as the man nearly died from a little hot sauce. "If you can't stand that much heat, then it makes sense you'd avoid a fight with a truly superior being, both in gender and race. My invitation stands for any time. I'm sure the world would love to watch how trash really gets cleaned up."
Responding to the Ashinaran, Nishimura took the letter. "I will see this delivered to her, and she will read it when she has the time."
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Post by callmedelta on Jul 2, 2023 16:25:50 GMT -5
"It's a terrible shame how such right words about the Empress had to come from such a racist, sexist ass's mouth," d'Armande said in Franerri, "I almost found myself liking the man, until he started insulting the Lusatians, Koians, and Ashinarans." Mesny would have had a retort for d'Armande if not for the fact that at least some small part of him agreed with the man. "I will say, I do enjoy a good bit of schadenfreude though, and that Nevarran is a master of it. I only wish that there was some way to get in on the fun myself."
"The night's still young," Mesny commented, "If that man's as much of an arrogant prick as he looks, he will make some sort of further mistake for you to capitalize on." 'Here's hoping you continue to think about that, rather than running your mouth and risking embarrassing ourselves,' he thought, looking at the Ashinaran who had joined them at their table. Perhaps Mesny could strike up a conversation with the her, ask what was in that letter, but he also didn't want to leave d'Armande unsupervised. Perhaps he'd find a chance sometime later in the evening.
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Post by Greywall on Jul 3, 2023 11:25:37 GMT -5
Raynsford grabbed the water with a sense of urgency gulping it down and coughing it up from drinking too fast. After some more coughing and gagging, he began to hear all the laughing and snickering. His eyes darting along the room as a fast rage began to fill him, he began breathing rapidly and gritting his teeth. In his hand was still the half full glass of the Nevarran drink, with his rage and anger he chose the target that hurt his ego the most. Reito. He flung the contents of the glass at her, and with his voice cracking at sheer anger and uncontrolled rage yelled. "You stupid Muda Veri spider, who are you laughing at!? You won't laugh when i'm done splitting your skull open!". In a rapid motion he shattered the glass on the floor into a makeshift weapon and attempted to lunge at the group only to be violently pulled to the ground right on his bottom. The shattered glass was taken from his hand slicing it open, "Who do you think-" as Raynsford turned to what he thought would be a Koian guard stood looming over him an angry and enraged O'Donnell. No longer lounging with his Ashinarian friend but holding the shattered glass in his left hand and crushing it as blood spilled from the glass entering his hand, the Gaelic made no emotion until he bellowed out
Raynsford stumbled away holding his hand, meekly holding it like he was the victim of the Gaelic. "This man has harmed me! I am a Galran, you lamp fucker! Tell this caveman to get out of here!" he ordered this directly to Valgus. Raynsford no longer had the stance of a man in control, rather now seeing himself surrounded by people who dejected him and now made him feel like a fool. He commanded the hosts as if that would make everything better. |
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Post by aimway921 on Jul 3, 2023 13:27:17 GMT -5
"What a pathetic fool, writhing in his own mess, unable to accept his loss," Tagomych said, as he approached the Galran, standing next to O'Donnell, still sipping on his whiskey.
"It is a clear mark of a fool when one throws around words he can't back up with action," he continued. "Your intellect is as weak as your stomach. Failure is your destiny. You disrespect yourself and your nation. You are made of stupid."
He then looked at Kotomochi who, after managing to hand the letter to Nishimura just before the Galran verbal diarrhea headed her way, ran off as far from the scene as possible to avoid being seen sobbing. He then squatted down infront of the Galran propping up his knee in front of him and resting his arm on it, ensuring that the sharp claws on his hand are in full view of the Galran.
"And if you say as much as one more disrespectful thing to my grand-niece, getting your hand cut because someone took away a glass you broke will be the least of your worries."
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Post by callmedelta on Jul 3, 2023 17:50:33 GMT -5
d'Armande stood and began a long, slow clap as he walked towards where the crowd stood not too far away. For the first time of the evening, he spoke in Commons with his voice absolutely dripping in sarcastic praise. "You put on quite an astounding show there, Raynsford," Marcel turned, speaking more to the crowd as he continued, "We really ought to thank the Galrans for providing us such a fool for the evening's entertainment. After all, surely a nation as grand as Galra would be able to find a better representative for their nation than one who goes out of their way to immediately make an ass of themselves at the first opportunity. Such actions could only be the genius of a professional court fool who debases himself for comedy's sake, though one would expect him to have more sense than to physically attack another guest. Really ruins the show. When the real Galran representative makes their appearance, I think we'll all have to lodge a complaint. After all, we may only be poor sub-human dogs, mud farmers, fur coats..." Marcel began to gesture to each group insulted by the Galrans in turn, but briefly paused as he was about to gesture to the Kumo delegation. He briefly debated whether on using this chance to call Reito a 'useless bitch,' but quickly decided against it for the sake of his insult and continued, "...and other things that shouldn't be repeated in pleasant company in the eyes of you oh-so-clearly superior Galrans, but even we can conduct ourselves with more grace and finesse than this fool. I think it's in the best interests of all parties that our hosts remove this idiot before he seriously hurts someone more than he has already hurt his own image and that of Galra's, if he even could damage them worse at this point."
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Post by Sophie on Jul 3, 2023 18:42:32 GMT -5
Reito deftly dodged the liquid flung in her direction; thankfully, it was such a wild toss that only a few drops would have hit her if she hadn't bothered to move. Satisfied that she was out of the way, she took stock of the situation and had to again hold back laughter at the sight of the Galran writhing about on the ground underneath the Gaelic. Reito stepped up to the grounded men and looked down upon the Galran from her six-foot-eleven-inch vantage point. She sighed and shook her head. "What a sad attempt from a footnote in history to try and make himself a full page." She offered a smile to O'Donnell before calmly walking back to her seat.
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Post by callmedelta on Jul 3, 2023 19:17:47 GMT -5
"Now now, I think he might be worth at least a paragraph or two," Marcel chimed in as Reito walked away, "After all, we've all had so much fun laughing at him, it would be a crime not to enshrine it all for future generations, don't you think, Empress? Why, if we could write down the events of tonight word-for-word I'm sure it would go down as one of the greatest comedies in history. We could read it and laugh at Galra's biggest fool just as we are now. I certainly wouldn't want to deprive my future self of such a good time."
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Post by Faust on Jul 3, 2023 19:50:19 GMT -5
The scene sent a shiver up the back of the Prince as he witnessed the Galran delegate spray a volley of the hot sauce towards the Empress of Kumosenkan before just as deftly arming himself with a shard of shattered glass. His own fight-or-flight response was being processed but quickly abated at the sight of O'Donnell heaving the man to the ground before letting out a guttural roar that even intimidated the glib and jovial Prince of Nevarra. Once Raynsford managed to free himself he noticed the other delegates closing in on him, realizing that something he had a hand in was becoming much more serious he felt a sense of urgency. Once he recovered his nerve he looked towards Valgus and Rela, gesturing them to come with while abruptly excusing himself from the conversation with the Count. He gradually regained his composure as he moved towards the group before speaking and followed in just as soon as Reito had her moment in the sun and returned back to her seat.
"Alright, alright. I believe everyone has made their point. There is no sense in continuing to goad. After all, this is a celebration of peace. This event isn't about anyone of us, not even Secretary Raynsford. Please, another round of spirits from the Nevarran heartland were brought in, why not concern yourselves with our selection of refreshments? I recommend that we all return to enjoying the festivities and allow the Koians deal with the matter, considering enough had happened to warrant their intervention in the matter.-"
His attention turned over to Octavian as he fumbled away from the Gaelic man that wrought him to the ground initially, his eyes meeting with the man once he spewed out yet another stream of vitriol, red in the face from more than just the hot sauce. His expression towards the Galran wasn't one of malicious glee or satisfaction at the state that the secretary worked himself into, but instead, remained stoically neutral as he stared at the man without any sense of admonishment but something more aligned with his regal upbringing. He stepped a little closer towards the delegate but not so much that he was looming over him as others have gotten but enough for him to hear as he spoke.
"For the record, Secretary Raynsford, I am disappointed. I thought tonight I would be meeting one of Galra's best, among the many delegates here I was earnest in opening a channel of communication between our two nations considering that we are neighbors and have yet to find common ground. I had studied and read what I could on the attendees of this festival and when I read on you, your career, and how much your country holds you in esteem I assumed there would be an opportunity to remedy some conflicts in our past. But if you are acting as the representative of Galra and if you and your country are of the same mind then perhaps there is no chance of building mutually beneficial relations with your nation, especially when you consider those who are not your 'kind' to be lesser than you."
He would look over and make eye contact with the other members of the Sovereign Union as he spoke those words before returning back to look at Raynsford.
"Though I am more than certain you have spoiled everyone else's evening, a part of me... the human part... wishes that you still have a good one yourself. And perhaps tomorrow you will wake up with a better attitude than the one you brought with you today."
Having concluded his statement he would turn away from the Galran delegate and hope that others would follow suit, desiring for the night to continue focusing on the festivities and allowing the Koians to take care of this matter on how they see fit. He would return back towards the direction of the Count and the Empress.
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Post by Sophie on Jul 3, 2023 21:28:38 GMT -5
Reito gave a sidelong glance to the Franerri and raised an eyebrow. "It makes sense you would think such a thing." She shrugged and looked to the Koians, awaiting their response to the Galrans violent, and more to the point, rule breaking outburst.
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Jul 4, 2023 12:08:07 GMT -5
With the scene quickly getting out of hand, the two dictators would compose themselves and push forward into the crowd to get to the middle, followed by two guards who gracefully stepped between the various representatives so as not to jostle them. Victoria would motion one guard towards Raynsford. “Take him to the medical ward and keep a close eye on him. I’ll be by and have a word with him later.” She’d motion towards the other guard and then to O’Donnell, “Get him to medical and once he’s all bandaged up help him back here so he can continue to enjoy the festivities.”
Vidrik on the other hand would step over to the Prince, softly placing one of his upper hands on him. “As much as that was a great show, I’ll have to request you refrain from doing that again without consent from the other party.” He’d simply leave it at that before stepping into the center of the crowd. “Sorry everyone for letting this get so far out of hand!” Dictator Rela and the two guards would be seen exiting with O’Donnell and Raynsford. A third guard would arrive with a broom and a bag, sweeping up the broken glass into the bag marked ‘Tõendid’. “I apologize for the events that have transpired, this will be dealt with swiftly. If anyone else has been injured, please let me know immediately so we can get that taken care of.”
He’d look around the room at all the representatives, trying to eye up each one as a janitor slips in and quickly cleans up the mess of hot sauce, water, blood, and other fluids spilled on the ground. He’d whistle, a whole slew of new servers entering the ballroom from the kitchen, trays of foods and drinks in hand. “How about some more…edible…merriment?”
With that, he’d walk out of the middle of the crowd, moving straight over to Reitō. He’d stand before her and bow deeply, “I apologize profusely for Secretary Raynsford’s behavior towards you. Victoria is ensuring he is punished properly for his actions. If there is anything we can do for you please let us know.”
After a few moments with Reitō he’d make his way over to the Ashinarans, giving them a bow. “I apologize for Secretary Raynsford’s outburst. He is being dealt with accordingly. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”
After a few moments with the Ashinarans, Vidrik would move over to the Lusatians. “I apologize for Secretary Raynsford’s behavior. He will be dealt with appropriately. If there is anything I can do, please let me know.” He’d turn specifically towards the Count. “You sure do have a way with words, sir.”
After the Lusatians, he’d make some rounds to the other attendees, checking on them to make sure they’re all alright.
The Kaiser and the Emperor would exchange looks. The Emperor would pipe up between the two first. “This is gonna cause issues…”
“You think?” The Kaiser would start to walk towards the crowd.
“Where are you going?” The Kaiser would walk off, not answering him.
Kaiser Vunderstran slipped between the crowd, only exchanging pleasantries with any who he happened to accidentally hit before stepping before Empress Reitō, visible to his Veraki counterpart who was still on the side with the other Grinvelian diplomats. He’d give a moderate bow to her, before standing up straight and looking her in the eyes. “I’m sorry for Octavian’s remarks. His views are not the views the rest of us share.”
The two men were escorted into the medical ward, O’Donnell placed in a chair near the entrance while Raynsford was moved more towards the back. A nurse would quickly move in and open O’Donnell’s hand, removing all of the glass shards they could. “This is going to hurt.” They’d poor some alcohol disinfectant on the wounds, ensuring nothing can get in before they bandage it up. Luckily, nothing was deep enough for stitches, so once he was disinfected they slapped a couple of bandages around his hand and sent him in his merry way back to the party. Victoria would stop him on his way out. “Sorry about the whole situation. Thank you for stepping in. Keep me updated on your hand.” The guard that brought O’Donnell here would guide him back to the party so he could continue with the festivities.
With that she’d walk to the back where another nurse was taking care of the Galran while the guard stood by watching him.
Once the nurse was done, Rela would take their place. “Explain yourself.”
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