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| Gurencian - Gileadan Diplomacy | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 31 2014, 12:11 PM (229 Views) | |
| Bruvalkia | Oct 31 2014, 12:11 PM Post #1 |
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Edited by Bruvalkia, Nov 1 2014, 08:32 PM.
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| Cielo | Nov 3 2014, 01:37 AM Post #2 |
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Dux Dilecto
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United Kingdom of Cielo Solterra & Devinaria (aka Greg) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | |
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| Bruvalkia | Nov 3 2014, 03:13 AM Post #3 |
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Mr. Mill waited in the lobby of the International Flight Gate in the Claybury International Airport. He sat in a black suit with a red tie and a Gurencian flag button on the left side of his blazer. He sits waiting in his leather chair sipping a Cognac Brandy in a glass, while he sits sipping, he reads the Gurencian Times. The headline of the newspaper reads "ROYAL CORONATION", He chuckles at the sight of this. "Royal Brat", he thinks to himself. He continues to read as his guards stand beside him patiently. Sitting across from him is the Military Director Rodrigo Alfarez, dressed in a traditional Gurencian Military Officer's Uniform decorated with the Gurencian Silver Wing, a High Honor medal given to those who have saved another's life in combat before their own. He sits calmly finishing a game of sudoku on the back of his newspaper. "International Flight 246 Is Now Landing" - A feminine voice says over the intercom. Mr. Mill, hearing this, glances outside at the runway, watching as the International flight lands. After another 10 minutes the Planes has successfully landed and taxied to the gate. Mr. Mill watches as people start to exit the plane and get onto the exit ramp to the terminal. "Here we go", says Mr. Mill quietly. |
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| Cielo | Nov 5 2014, 03:35 AM Post #4 |
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Dux Dilecto
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Her Majesty squinted her eyes in protest to the gleaming sun, which was only half as bright as her radiant smile. With several steps, she had reunited with the ground after the eight hour flight, during which she caught at least five extra hours of sleep (they left around 4:00 am in the morning). She wore a nice, black dress which brushed at the rug that the aides had rolled out ahead of her. She really wanted to wear something more simplistic and manageable, but she loved the twinkle in Gregorius eyes and the subtle smile he had when he saw her dress in such a manner. Following behind the Queen was Admiral Francis Kerr, a seasoned navy man. In his 59 years of life, he had never been so intimidated by the presence of a woman other than his mother's. He kept approximately three paces in between himself and Her Majesty as a customary show of respect. They made their way to the awaiting hosts. Idea of What the Queen's Wearing
Edited by Cielo, Nov 5 2014, 03:36 AM.
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| Bruvalkia | Nov 7 2014, 12:32 PM Post #5 |
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Mr. Mill stood and looked out the window. Still sipping his Cognac Brandy he looked at his wrist watch, a silver and gold Tresti-Made. It was five o'clock, the plane had landed right on time. "Well," - He said turning to his Military Director and company, "We'd better go meet our guests, shall we?" Mr. Mill was lead down the stairs with his two guards on each side, each carrying small machine guns now, to the area where the newly landed guests had been, spotting them, he walked over and let out his right hand, "It is a pleasure of mine and all of Gurencia, that the King Gregorious and his beautiful wife share this day with us. Now, we have better get a move on, the Dinner will start at 7 o'clock sharp, we haven't a moment to spare." - Guards come to pick up the Gileadan diplomat's baggage and stand ready by the Gileadan's side, awaiting their next move. Mr. Mill said after introducing his staff - "Please, won't you follow me? Our Ride is just on the other side of the runway." - Pointing towards a black vehicle surrounded by guards and flags, Mr. Mill starts towards it. |
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| Cielo | Nov 9 2014, 04:58 AM Post #6 |
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Dux Dilecto
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OOC Note "No bow?" the Queen thought to herself, and the Admiral and his constituents thought the same. The Queen wasn't vain, but she had become accustomed to bowing, at least the slight bowing of the head. As for the military leaders, they thought that such respect ought to be given to their Supreme Commander's consort. Nevertheless, they were on foreign ground and they weren't about to make a fuss and have the King catch wind of it. The first to shake Mr. Mill hand was Her Majesty. Smiling as she shook the man's hand, she said, "Thank you for this opportunity to emphasize the ever growing friendship between our nations. It shan't be forgotten. My husband looks at your nation with much hope." Standing behind her and to her right was Admiral Kerr. He proceeded the Queen in shaking Mr. Mill's hand and said, smiling, "Surely, this is a great testament to a paramount military relationship between two of the greatest countries in the Gileadan continents." As Mr. Mill began to walk towards his car, the Elitist Guards made their way to their vehicles. The Queen followed Mr. Mill, and the military leaders followed her, keeping the respectful distance. Edited by Cielo, Nov 9 2014, 05:45 AM.
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| Bruvalkia | Nov 10 2014, 12:13 AM Post #7 |
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Walking over towards the vehicles on the other side of the runway felt like it took forever. There was little talking between the Queen and Mr. Mill, or even the Gurencian Guards and the Gileadan Guards. The weather was brisk, a soft but harsh wind blew in the the east, near the ocean in Gurencia, the winds were fierce. Mr. Mill was enveloped in thought ranging from the Queen's overall happiness with the country, and the hopefully pleasant turnout of the upcoming Dinner. There was a row of black Land Rovers, all heated, and ready to head out for the Gileadan Naval Base. On each end of the line of cars were National Guard Standard Vehicles, their lights flashing to alert oncoming traffic of the Diplomats. In front of each car stood a driver holding the respected names of each diplomat who was to ride in that car. As the group approached the long line of cars, Mr. Mill found the car with the Queens name, and personally opened the door for her. Edited by Bruvalkia, Nov 10 2014, 12:44 AM.
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