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Post by Greywall on Jul 4, 2023 13:24:37 GMT -5
O'Donnell didn't really react to Reito, he did what he did to silence a madman from going any further especially with his Lusatian comrade standing near the empress. He followed the Koians to the medical ward and had the glass removed from his hand. Not reacting much to the glass being pulled out or the alcohol being applied. He kept his eyes on Raynsford who was acting up a storm on his own cut up hand.
When he was dismissed he gently touched the wrapping around his hand and returned to the event. He asked for another drink this time coffee with cream, sugar and milk. He was no longer in the mood to relax, he apologized to his Ashinarian friend before taking his seat staring off and wondering what will come from all of this.
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Raynsford was blabbering to his nurse on the savages that hurt him, "Damn caveman, yelling at me, his kind should have been bred out centuries ag-" his bitching was interrupted by Victoria. "Explain my? Excuse me!? Watch your tone putukas! I swear tonight is the night of fools and stupid people challenging a lion isn't it. Now get me proper reparations from those animals you invited and lets get on this night before I report you and this-" he swiped his hand away from the nurse who was trying her best to mend his hand. "This butcher who can't even do her fucking job! Go on, Get on with it coal man".
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Jul 6, 2023 8:57:01 GMT -5
Victoria would step forward as Octavian pushed away the nurse. Without missing a beat, she’d bring her hand up and swipe it hard square into his cheek. “Shut up.”
She’d look towards the nurse. “Get me Claire.” The nurse simply nodded before leaving, the guard behind Raynsford tensing up some.
Her attention turned back to the Galran. “You are a disgrace of your nation. You are not a lion. You are a coward. Understand, you have broken our laws with the scene you caused in there. Your government is fully aware, as is everyone else’s, that breaking our laws is grounds for arrest and imprisonment.”
While the merriment continued upstairs, a nurse would daintily slip past the various entrances to the ballroom towards the security room on the other side. The atmosphere of the guards would seem to change as their eyes followed the nurse and the hulking shadow behind her walking back for the stairs to the medical area; the sheer size dwarfing even the Kumo in the room.
Even Vidrik would take notice, his eyes watching as his mind distances himself from the conversation he’s in to watch the nurse and shadow walk out of sight.
“Now Raynsford, you’ve got two ways this can go. You can either atone for your actions and you’ll be allowed to return, or we will lock you up and you will not be seeing your country or your family for a very long time.”
The nurse stepped in, bringing in a massive Koian behind her. Standing at just shy of eight feet, the massive Koian woman looked like she would be a one man army with the number of scars across her face and arms. Even the guns strapped to her back looked tiny compared to her frame.
“Ah, Claire, just the woman I was looking for.” An evil smile crept across her face. “Do you happen to have Bessie with you?”
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Post by StaolDerg on Jul 6, 2023 20:27:44 GMT -5
(This post takes place shortly before the main celebrations, Kai and I needed to just eke this into the thread!)
(Derg)
Ambassador Mei had spent the better part of the evening with her Kumo guard at the edge of the main square, quietly observing the festivities. Despite the cheer of the celebration, she could not help but look upon the colorful dust that now stained her clothes with a sense with abject remorse knowing she’d be spending hours trying to wring the stuff out of the fine silk.
If only to take her mind off the subject, she had toyed with the Koian trinket to Elenria: a statuette of an inselni Wanderer, carefully shaped out of iron– good, forged iron, carved with some sort of machine, she noted as she examined the surface. Were she still a Wanderer, she would’ve tracked down the craftsman and asked them to join her Expedition.
Not having noticed the Zarou’s approach, Atay’s greeting caught Mei by surprise– she looked about for the person speaking to her first at her own eye level, and it took a moment for her to look down and spot him at roughly her waist height.
“Oh, my apologies. May I help you?”
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(Kai)
He felt a sense of triumph, lowering his hand that he had reached up to the Elenrian and registering her surprise. However, hearing the Elenrian apologize to him made him think their response was more for his shocking stature. Nonetheless, he was used to it so far, and in truth, it merely made for an uneasy undetected getaway, as he had oddly thought before. However, as the split-second passed, Atay lowered his hand, carefully maneuvering it so it looked like he had waved upwards to get their attention, and then positioned both of his palms against his sides as if he was surprised.
To the Elenrian, it seemed the Zarou hadn't even registered the apology, still keeping their easygoing and guile expression. "Ah- to be honest, nothing boring." The Zarou, for a brief moment, realized he had no clue how to speak to the Elenrian, what pissed them off, what pleased them, so he went to the formalities. "Oh! I'm Dirian Ambassador Ezekiel Atay." He made sure his punctuation was precise as possible while using the common language he didn't consider his best skill.
Unable to immediately judge Elenrian's reaction, he lowered his hands to appear more polite, his inner confidence melting away with subtle worry. He didn't want to make the Elenrian consider this was some diplomatic action, considering this was thoroughly unsanctioned on his part. "It's rare to see Elenrians from where I'm from as if that isn't obvious. So I couldn't miss the chance to talk to one of you. Though I assume it'd help to chitchat to know your name?" The Elenrian's tone had changed as he got to the later half of the greeting, some internal flip occurring as he went from formal to casual as if he was talking to a friend and appearing utterly oblivious to the Kumo guard.
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(Derg)
“Well it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ambassador Atay,” Mei replied with a smile in her best Koian, extending a hand. “I must admit I have never met someone from Diria, so that makes the experience a new one for both of us. I am Sesari Mei, diplomat to TAKPOE, representing the Province of Elenria within the Kumo Empire.”
She was taken a bit aback by his casualness, but in truth she found it refreshing from lifetimes of exhausting formalities, though she still ensured to keep caution in case it was some sort of ploy to lower her guard. Still, her smile remained genuine, and her posture relaxed even with the presence of the Kumo bodyguard watching her.
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(Kai)
Quickly he raised his hand and shook hers, finally happy to come to a happy, unawkward end to that deal. "Well, many people come from Diria; I'm only one, the Zarou, to be exact. I would say, despite the knowledge, Diria, a world away, like Kumo, who-" Atay looked at the guard, his eyes shifting to them and looking back at the Elenrian. "The Zarou talk fondly about your knowledge and civilization. If I could live for centuries, I wonder what I could achieve. You must have seen it all."
Atay smiled despite the near insult to Kumo-rule. His comment felt utterly genuine in its sincerity. However, he quickly looked at the crowd that began to fade, his left hand shifting to his pocket, pulling a stopwatch, and concluding an outcome. "Ah- It seems like I've caused us to be late. Then again, with that many groups and rivals, I can only speculate how many insults there have been." Atay concluded off jokingly, solidifying that he wasn't here for diplomacy.
Spinning on his heel, he made sure he was about a foot or two away from the Elenrian, for comfort reasons, and the opposite side of the guard. "Well, I'd hate to cut you off, so how about we talk on the way? Besides, I'd instead get there after the imbeciles probably stomped off or either secluded themselves to a corner sipping wine." Considering the foreign bodies that Diria hated, it's safe that it was the diplomats of any nation bordering Diria besides Navarra.
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(Derg)
The diplomat pretended not to have heard the comment on Kumo rule, treating it as an unintended slip-up. “The centuries do wear on you,” she joked. “But in all seriousness it is nice to know that Elenria’s feats remain known even outside of Touli despite the years.”
She nodded in agreement on his suggestion to continue speaking as they moved. “I will be honest, Ambassador Atay– I do not know much about Diria, and my curiosity has assumed the better of me. A map can only give me so much information, and I would like to hear it from someone who lives there: what is Diria like? How do you spend your summers and your winters?”
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(Kai)
Atay's left ear immediately lifted, and subsequently his rear appendage also, but he could luckily control it for formality. Thus, he distracted himself by walking forward, keeping pace with the Elenrian, making sure not to stare off at one of the many wonders of the Põhiliin. "A miracle, a blessing. There is nothing I could use to define it. We're not as rich as Koi or the Gaelics. We may not be as potent as the Kumo navy or as powerful as the land armies of the old world, but we make it all up with character and personality."
As Atay spoke, he seemed more frivolous, if that was the way to describe it, yet it was nonetheless apparent that the short, sable-looking creature enjoyed the topic given to him. Lifting his hand in a dismissive pose, he continued his tirade. "Sure, we have issues, mainly in trust, but that is from one ambassador to another. However, there isn't a way I could ever describe the people, for you'd have to visit them yourself. I couldn't do them all justice. Though I think that is why I love my nation so much, the diversity and morals most share, Republic, Democracy, it's comforting."
Atay smiled at the Elenrian and then looked down at the Koian Capitol Building, which was getting closer. "Though I imagine you'd want something, the weather isn't perfect. In our winters, it cools off but remains still quite warm. That's why most of the population lives against the rivers, lakes, or coasts. Most Dirians are city dwellers, contrary to the popular stereotypes of nomads who roam the deserts on camels. Yet, I'd like to believe, despite the melting pot of Diria, everyone may still have that ability. I personally never tried such a feat."
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(Derg)
“There is rarely more valuable a trait a people may possess than a fierce spirit,” The I
nselni agreed. “My people discovered that with the Niaoren people south of us, and despite the centuries it seems that that blazing torch has much to burn yet.”
She wanted to think that someday an Expedition could make its way to Diria, but with full knowledge that the Kumo guard was watching her, she held back the idea. After all, Diria was a Republic, as Ambassador Atay had said. It would not really be within Elenria’s interest to submit any such implication.
She skipped the subject with a cursory nod, straight to the next. “Perhaps your cities are not too unlike the citadel-cities where I come from, where the villages and boroughs radiate from a grand metropoli. In place of blazing summers and warm winters, the weather is more diverse: seasonal monsoons in the north, raging blizzards in the south. But let me offer you a word of advice, Ambassador. Not every showing of strength is done in the harshest environments that the body can endure. I have cousins who have completed challenges of flying for days on end nonstop, but could not manage a forge any better than a novice smith despite centuries of practice.”
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(Kai)
Atay gave a respectful nod, now having to ascend the steps to the Capitol Building's doors, no easy feat for his stature. Regardless, he managed to continue the exchange despite the strain his legs had to endure. "Ah- 'Citadtel Cities,' I bet that term could be from Eastern Diria in another world. They're so sprawling that even the wise and old get lost."
To his dismay, Atay recognized both were now at the large doors and decided to be courteous, pulling the door's weight open and making a witty gesture for the Elenrian, albeit at some hidden effort due to the door's surprising weight. However, in the end, the door didn't prevail as he closed the large door behind him. He looked around the room's elegance surrounding the pair and almost believed this was the Grand Hall until he concluded that nobody was there besides the Koian staff, who probably hadn't considered they'd come in so late.
He turned to the Elenrain once he finished seeing the architecture, expecting them both to be whisked off one way or another, either at the behest of the eerily silent Kumo guard or the Koians going to show them their seats. "Though, besides that, there couldn't be more precise words for what I assume you imply, however, if I may add, one's voice. Voice is as necessary alongside fierce spirit and path. What is life without being able to speak about and for ourselves?"
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(Derg)
The inselni walked considerately alongside the Zarou, making short stops to make up for his shorter paces as they climbed the stairs, bowing her head in gratitude when he opened the door for her. She considered asking the Koians if it was too late to enter the Great Hall, but Atay then spoke and she turned to listen.
“Voice? Hm.” She looked at the smooth architecture of the room that spanned from the floors to the ceiling. “I must admit that never crossed my mind. Do elaborate: what sort of things represent voice in one’s life?”
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(Kai)
"-Well," Atay immediately caught himself looking around, mainly at a Koian who seemed equally perplexed about now what to do. The question was tricky, "What sort of things represent voice in one's life." Atay knew he'd probably have a strong belief over this. He'd also debated just concluding the conversation there and finding the Great Hall himself, but at the same time, he didn't want to leave without a word. Thus, ignoring the presence of the still silent but watching Kumo guard or supervisor, he spoke. "Well, one's voice is a person's life, per se, the ability to discuss how we feel, tell others our response, and share. What is life if one is frequently stepped on and can't share their voice about that feeling? How would a son tell their mother they're happy or sad?”
Atay turned, staring at one of the many varying signs in the building. However, using his albeit limited Koian, he noticed a sign "Great Hall." Stifling his relief, he gestured for the Elenrain to walk forward, hoping they'd realize their objective was this way. Yet, realizing he had another point to make, he spoke, trying to fill the last minutes or so on a philosophical note. "Yet, there is a mastery one can have with voice too. Sometimes people need to learn when it's time or not the time. However, I do say having a voice, even if the imbeciles get it, is undoubtedly a positive thing of being condemned to silence. Ideas and opinions can be marvelous things when let be." However, as he once again struggled to open the door for the Elenrian to the now-apparent Great Hall, he could help but stare at the scene and inaudibly mumble to himself in Zarou: "What the **** did I miss?"
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(Derg)
Mei considered Atay’s question with caution. Her answer was very simple, actually: she’d never thought about it. Elenrian society never really brought up the idea of voice, or even an individualistic view on things: everything that a person did was in cooperation and for the benefit of a whole, usually the Community. And though she understood the words that Atay spoke individually, she didn’t understand them united.
So she heard Atay’s question with a sense of suspicion, like an unwelcome sort of bug had landed on her windowsill, and she was deciding whether or not to smack it with a rag. She could say the obvious thing on her mind, that such matters were irrelevant when in pursuit of more important causes of the greater whole, but she hesitated. Technically he wasn’t wrong that the words and ideas of others could be good– the Elenrian Expeditions specifically formed because generations before had learned the hard way that not being open to change was a fast grave. But Atay was from Diria– a republic. And the Kumo told all sorts of things about the republics of the Old World: chaotic mobs and madness ruling their governments– not that she believed all of it, naturally. But all good tricks come from some branch of truth, and she couldn’t help but wonder: was this the sort of thought that republicanism bred?
Of course, those considerations were past tense as she bowed through the door with Atay into the Grand Hall in time to catch the sight of one of the Koian Dictators leaving with some foreign emissary with a not insignificant number of guards. The clothes of the man being escorted was rumpled, and what part of his face and skin she could spot was splotched red like he'd been working a forge for hours.
She squinted at the scene, mouth slightly open from where she had aimed to respond to Atay.
“...What happened here?”
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Post by Greywall on Jul 7, 2023 14:46:13 GMT -5
Raynsford stood up shaking in uncontrollable anger, "How dare you speak to me like this you wanton bitch! I am a Galran, your better! Our nation feeds your stupid rock based economy. You touch me and the Imperial State will answer in due time, with the entire Sovereign Union at their side. You watch that mouth unless you wanna get on your knees and suck me off and beg forgiveness from your genetic superior!"
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Jul 7, 2023 15:22:31 GMT -5
"You may be Galran, but you are nothing here." She'd cross her arms across her chest, holding one hand out. Without a word, Claire would place a bound up rope in her hand. "You know the drill, Claire."
The massive Koian sidestepped around Victoria, moving forward until she was right over Raynsford. Using her upper hands, she'd grip his arms and forcibly yank them both up before her lower hands would pull his shirt up over his head. Tossing it to the side, she'd carry Raynsford by the arms to against the wall, pressing his face directly into it while exposing his naked back to room.
Victoria turned softly to the nurse with a gentle smile. "You're not gonna wanna see this. I'd suggest prepping up some ointment and gauze when you get the chance." She'd turn her attention to the other guard in the room. "Aari," the guard would snap to attention, "you're authorized to shoot Mr. Raynsford if he tries to run if Claire doesn't get him first." The guard would nod hesitantly before checking his rifle to ensure it had a round loaded.
Victoria's hand simply gripped the hardest part of the bound material in her hand, letting the long length of leather spill out. She'd jerk her hand once, cracking the whip against the marble floor.
"The next words out of your mouth better be 'I'm sorry'." Her hand would wind back, Claire immediately letting go of Raynsford and jumping back as the whip came hurling in and cracking against the Secretary's exposed flesh.
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Post by Greywall on Jul 7, 2023 15:26:46 GMT -5
Raynsford would scream as he was tossed against the wall. "You fucking! You disgusting insect! I'll have you killed! All of you! You goddamn forsaken scum!"
As the whip hit his back he let out a pained yelp, "ACHHHHHHHHHHH! You fucking bastards! You animals! You worthless filth! I'll tell the Autarch! I'll tell Applegate you fucking wild animals! Do you hear me!? You're fucked! You're so fucked!"
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Jul 7, 2023 16:20:40 GMT -5
"Last I checked that isn't what I told you to say. NOW SHUT UP!" She'd crack the whip against him again, then flick her wrist back for a second strike in the same go.
"Your Autarch cannot save you. The only worthless one here is yourself. You have forfeit your meager life all because you don't know how to act civilly. Even the Rohka are better mannered than you."
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Post by malloc on Jul 8, 2023 1:46:00 GMT -5
Amali arrived before the event took place. They arrived by train, dashing through Nevarra and into Koi. For most of the festivities, the President remained quiet, allowing his entourage to engage more than himself. In fact, most of the President's time was spent people-watching as his aides questioned and probed other lower level aides. Not too deeply, mainly curious about the affairs of other nations. Some were more loose-lipped than others, but casual conversation was, indeed, casual. The name of the next great baseball player from Kumosenkan, the new scenes developing in the youths of Ulster-Gaelia, a Lusatian chef claiming to have created the "ultimate dish" that would "peak culinary arts for centuries" all to name a few of the tidbits.
The Amalian President was sitting in the crowd as the kerfuffle went on, eyeing with bemusement at the Galran's crass choice of words. A half empty glass of wine sat before Erotas as he took in the fight. At least, based on the poor performance, he felt like he had made the right choice leaving the Sovereign Union's initial meeting. However, many of the words exchanged struck a chord in his mind. The poor man's mind began working machinations, ideas began clicking into place. Yet, for the moment, one must place a thousand probabilities elsewhere and commit to canoodling with the world around. An opportunity presents itself, and the world waits for no one. The President's aide spoke to him briefly before walking off once more.
He stood up, glass in hand and one hand in his pocket, meandering over to the Gaelic man. He stands near him, eyes quickly finding the Veraki ambassadors before shifting away, saying in a joking manner, "Maybe you should open a new wrestling league when you retire, hm? That is, of course, if you don't plan to let politics give you a heart attack first... Or will it be an aneurism that does the great O'Donnel in, best not in some great war but because another politician couldn't shut the fuck up about superiority?"
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Post by Greywall on Jul 8, 2023 6:52:17 GMT -5
Raynsford continued cursing the Koian, “I’m going to have you killed! You! Your entire family! You bastard!” Tears streamed down his face as blood did the same from his back.
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O’Donnell was still looking at his hand when the Amalian spoke, “I’d wager war. Is now a guarantee, why else would galra send a fool? This was a calculated measure by Applegate and we played into it.”
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Post by malloc on Jul 8, 2023 17:05:30 GMT -5
"That is the right of it, I believe," he says, taking a measured sip of wine. He pondered the scene for a moment, people slowly warming back up into the festivities. "The only question that remains is where and what direction. There are too many enemies that surround them and a web too deep to make an opening salvo anything but larger than history has seen."
He motions to the seat near O'Donnell, silently asking to sit nearer and drop below the crowd. Despite this, the hand holding his wine glass was mostly hiding his mouth to prevent others from reading his lips.
"That leaves the question, even more so, why now? What cards does the Sovereign Union believe they have over the rest of the world?"
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Post by Greywall on Jul 9, 2023 6:51:47 GMT -5
“No idea, our people think they’ll hit Lusatia. Maybe try to use their navy to cut the shawbalt in half. Even reports that they will invade the east. But we don’t have a solid idea.”
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Jul 12, 2023 22:24:03 GMT -5
Victoria simply laughed at Octavian's threats. "I'd like to see you try!" She'd whip square across his shoulder blades before stepping up quickly and grabbing him by the hair on the back of his head. "You will not be going home until you're on your knees begging." She'd yank hard on his hair, pulling him off the wall as her leg sweeps to cause him to fall to the floor, her grip making him flip around and fall on his stomach.
His ears would ring with another crack, this one slapping the marble flooring right next to his right ear. She'd place a boot right on his rear, holding him down with a sadistic smile. "If you admit your fault this will all be over."
The guard, Aari, would shift uncomfortably against the wall where he stood. His eyes would dart between the three others in the room while his wings silently flapped awkwardly behind him, breaking the otherwise prime and proper appearance of most of the guards. Claire would take notice, giving him a quick glance before turning her attention back to the other two. She'd extend one of her lower arms over to him, gripping one of his own lower hands tightly, but not painfully.
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Post by Greywall on Jul 13, 2023 6:59:56 GMT -5
The Galran didn’t respond, in fact he went limp, for the first time he was silent as blood dripped from his back. Even his labored breathing had ceased.
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Post by EpicToaster1 on Jul 18, 2023 19:21:20 GMT -5
Victoria stood for a moment, her foot resting on his back as sat there, rearing up her arm for another smack. Claire would stick out a hand, gripping the whip and yanking on it to get the Dictator's attention. She'd spin around, placing both her feet on the solid ground of the infirmary. Her face would be a bit bewildered for a moment before she'd straighten her back and softly smile to the two. "Yes?"
Claire shook her head, letting the silence fill the room. "He's not breathing."
The statement would take a moment to register in both Victoria's and Aari's minds, the two turning their attention to the corpse laying on the floor. Victoria kneeled down next to him, flipping him over onto his back. She'd pat around, checking for a pulse, testing reflexes, and various other things to see if he was faking it. She'd lean over his mouth, taking a quick sniff.
Almonds.
Her head would snap to Claire and Aari. "Get MiniEyes here immediately. You, get the nurse." The two would bolt out of the room. She'd shout after them "AND LOCK IT DOWN."
Back in the main hall, the guards would all hear a faint bell over the sounds of the group. Four bongs. Two would leave the room immediately, the others appearing on higher alert, scrutinizing every person within the room.
The cleaned up mess from the fight would be brought out of the room and down to the medical ward while outside beyond the view of those inside, the army would be deployed and stationed around the building, constructing barricades to keep people both in and out. Inside, small light gray boxes in every room, the main hall itself having one in each corner of the room, would flick on a small red light, blinking harmlessly at the attendees.
Several trucks would pull in behind the building, several people of human and Koian descent would step out, all wearing pitch black outfits, gloves, and masks to conceal their identities, the Koians having wraps over their wings to hide their patterns. They'd file into the building, the entrance being locked behind them as guards posted up on each side of the door.
Back within the main hall, the guards would position themselves in front of doorways to block anyone attempting to walk out as the many individuals would walk past to other parts of the building. A few would step into the room, standing near guards and asking them a few questions in hushed Koian. One would slip through the crowd, finding Vidrik. The human whispered something in his ear, causing his posture to straighten. He'd just give a quick nod before the person would slip back to the doorway and stand there.
Vidrik would maneuver through the group and move over to Reito, tapping her lightly. He'd lean in close, whispering to her. "Empress, see that man in black over there? Follow him, immediately."
Kaiser Vunderstran would be the first to take notice of the sudden atmosphere change, lightly nudging the other diplomats with him. The Veraki Emperor would notice the three talking amongst themselves before butting in. The Kaiser would look up at him. "What's going on?"
He'd simply shrug. "I think Raynsford may have said or done something that required a security increase. Knowing them, he likely directly threatened someone here with those special guards of his and they're taking extra precautions."
The Kaiser would watch the Empress of Kumosenkan walking towards the entrance, shaking his head. "And I think I know who...It's like they're trying to start a war."
Back downstairs, the nurse would administer CPR to Raynsford in an attempt to revive him. They all knew it was hopeless since the cause of death was poison, but they could at least make the attempt. More medical staff would arrive on scene for a more proper assessment of the situation, the original three being questioned by the response team to get an idea of what happened.
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Post by callmedelta on Jul 18, 2023 23:05:46 GMT -5
Feeling quite satisfied with himself, and with a sidelong glare from Mesny, d'Armande returned to his companion's side. "Is that all quite out of your system now?" Phillipe asked in Franerri.
"Yes, quite," Marcel answered, "I certainly enjoyed participating in that shit show. This was a once in a lifetime experience, I hope."
"I'm surprised you think so, considering how much fun you were having," Mesny replied, "Perhaps next time you could have someone take a transcript for future generations." The two men both broke out into chuckles, a smile making it's way to Phillipe's face as the two men finished their laughing. "I do really hope you'll be quiet now."
"Give me at least the Ashinarans and the Gaelians," d'Armande said, "I must have something to do at this party."
"You can talk to the Ashinarans," Mesny replied, "If another diplomatic incident with Gaelia happens Pareau will have my head."
Before d'Armande could reply, he heard four bongs sound in the room. He looked around quizzically, trying to identify the source of the noise, but to no avail. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Just then, the black clad soldiers entered the room. That was...a lot of men and moths. This was nothing good. It wasn't much of a deduction to think this had to do with the Galran's outburst earlier, but this seemed extreme, unless something terrible had happened. The Kumo Empress leaving the room only added to the mystery, suspicion, and tension. He didn't like it, but Mesny knew that the imposing soldiers in all black wouldn't exactly be forthcoming with information, leaving Mesny's only option to wait for them to make some sort of announcement.
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