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[The Empire]

Hanna was frustrated...

She had stood there for almost three hours straight while a small army of seamstresses were taking measures, fitting, re-measuring, sowing and re-fitting over and over again under the watchful eyes of her soon-to-be mother in law, who on top of everything, always found something new the hag wasn't satisfied with every single re-fitting of what was going to be Hanna's wedding dress... hopefully in time to the actual wedding.
She wished nothing more than that she and Osmar would be able to run away from all theese petty and stuck-up ceremonies. She knew that the wish was vain, it was impossible considdering the duties of her fiancé, and part of her liked the excitement and expectations that were rising for each day even though she wouldn't admit that to anyone just yet.

[Union]

Ria arrives in Mo'ros' international airport. Once securing his land luggage and departing from the gate, he proceed to the area where Mo'ron personnel will pick him up. Outside the glass doors, he could see a fleet of limousines with  dozens of black suits standing guard.

"Wow, these guys really over did it..."

[Mor'os]

Sabmon-sam was in the middle of wondering what it would be like if he were to take some time off in Sēkad Province, rocking back and forth on his feet with as much intensity as ever, when Ria arrived. Automatically his mind's thoughts and musings reset and focused in on the sole and momentous task of greeting the new arrival in a manner which would reflect well on the Empire and on the Emperor, on his Family and his Ministry and just about every person that had or would ever come in contact with his person.

With what he hoped was a friendly and welcoming expression on his face he walked forward and bowed deeply, right fist placed against his open left palm in front of himself.

"Welcome, welcome," he said with a note of ill contained excitement with a Mor'osi accent. "Welcome to Mor'os. We are so g'lad zat you have done us ze honor of your p'resen'ce. P'lease," he motioned to the nearest vehicle. "If you are ready we may leave for ze palace at any time."

[Union]

Ria tries hard to replicate the greeting of the Mo'ron representative. These foreigners have such strange customs...

"Thank you...oh, you didn't give me your name! So rude of me as well, I am Jia Reng of the Wen. What's yours?"

oc: Did you do a martial hand greeting? Such stereotypes  ! I'm off to bed, you can take him to the palace and do what ever.

[Saletsia]

Seeing the Mor'osi, Chancellor Ariel Levana approached him to introduce himself:
"Good day, I am Áriel Levana, Chancellor of the Saletsian Empire."

[Bara]

Christoper Welsh's plane arrived, and he got off. He bodyguards followed him, but not right on his heels. He walked over to Mor'osi and said hello to the Salestian.

"Hello, my names Christoper Welsh. You are....?"

[Saletsia]

Noticing the new person, Ariel turned to him and shook his hands:
"Ariel Levana, Chancellor of Saletsia. Nice meeting you Mr. Welsh."

[Bara]

"Same to you."

Christoper Welsh then turned to the Mor'osi who pointed towards a car. Christoper welsh got into the car, and drove off towards the palace.

[Mor'os]

OOC: Yep, it's a bow which I myself am very familiar with from taking Kung Fu and find nifty, so I decided to incorporate it into the Mor'osi system of bowing, a long standing tradition which has been around since I made it up a few days ago.

IC: "My name is Yhauzhī Sabmon, and I am very g'lad to meet you Jia Reng of the Wen. I'm certain his Divinity will be as well. Ah!" Sabmon's face lit up with yet more excitement and joy at the sight of new visitors and a chance to perform his task more beautifully still. "Welcome, welcome to Mor'os gues't's. P'lease, as you can see we have car's already ready for you." he said, repeating the same bow he had just give to Levana and Welsh in turn. "I am certain zat you being here will be g'reat news to his Divinity."

[Saletsia]

After being greeted by the friendly Mor'osi Ariel Levana got into the car he had been shown.
Seems like a very friendly country. This is  a nice way to start my career as Chancellor and an excellent way to enter the international stage.

[Union]

"The pleasure is all mine."

Ria got into his assigned limo. Before he left, he speaks out from the side window.

"By the way, a package will be arriving to the airport, a gift from my Chancellor to the couple. I was wondering if your people mind picking it up for me when it arrives at twelve? That will be much appreciated."

[Mor'os]

Sabmon nodded. "Of course, I will see to it zat your gif't arrives on time an'd in good condition."

[The Empire]

Finally, the fitting was done for this time and most of the day was gone, the afternoon sun hanging low in the west. Hanna was exhausted, still, there was things to do before she could allow herself to relax. First of all, a well needed shower. As she stood in there, feeling the temperate water flowing down her body, she thought of the things that had happened around and to her in her life, she realized it was starting to become hard to remember anything that happened before she and the others had crashed on Taijitu, not only had a lot of new things happened, but she also felt as if she had changed. When she had left her fathers Empire, no, Her empire, she had been a frightened, scarred but all too proud young woman and now, she was completely changed, the nightmares of the incinerated world she had left behind had faded and ceased, her temper had calmed considderably and her pride had been humbled. Yet, she was more secure in herself and unlike back then, she would not let herself be manipulated, not again. And now, she had Osmar, her timid, yet determined fiancé, Osmar, yes, he was very special, very special indeed, one who led by example, without any desire for power of it's own sake. On top of that, he was very special for her, caring and gentle while just as independent as she herself was, also, there was his more physical qualities... His martial arts training had endowed him with a body that surely earned the title of 'his divinity', something Hanna was not going to be one to complain about, especially not with the stamina he had shown so far.

She rolled her eyes as the mist inside the shower rose around her and she took some extra time to let off some steam of her own.

[Khem]

Richard Black was not happy about being forced to go to some wedding in a country with a funny name. His brother the Prime Minister was off at some conference in Xyrael and had basicly blackmailed Richard into agreeing to go to the wedding. It was good that Francis had given him the wedding gift or he might have just brought them a Monkey or something.

 "Mr. Black we are approaching Mor'os."

 "Good the faster i get this over with the better!"

 "very well Mr. Black."

The aircraft touched down with precision and outwalked a rather clean cut Richard wearing a black silk suit. his assistants and guards carried his luggage and the wedding gift of assorted coffee, tea and dried fruits.

[Mor'os]

Sabmon watched in satisfaction as the first set of guests pulled out of the airport in their limousines, bound for the palace, content with himself for a job well done. The rest was short lived though, as Black's arrival posed yet more work to be done. Sabmon turned around to face the approaching Uichi Ryuan, self consciously taking a moment to straighten his hair out and dust off his shirt. With a practiced precision, he repeated once again the motions of greeting with which he had presented himself to the others.

"Welcome, welcome to Mor'os," he said as he bowed low to Black. "His Divinity will be so glad zat you are here. P'lease, we already have t'rans'portation to take you to the Palace."


At the Palace, Osmar was on edge, filled with a rather unpleasant mixture of expectant excitement and nervous trepidation at what was soon to come. A call had come from the airport some time ago, five minutes, ten minutes, he was not entirely sure, reporting the arrival of the first guests and their departure for the Palace. He now stood, waiting, in the center of the plaza that the newly constructed Palace's southern gate opened into. Accompanying him was the Prime Minister Chasmor and his good friend the Imperial Inspector Shausil, the Imperial Censor and the assorted Ministers of the Ministries. It was a sizable group, but much smaller than what one would have seen not but a decade ago. Most of them had opted for their full regalia, jackets and robes that brushed the ground and hung off the arms in large folds tied about with sashes. Osmar for his own part had chosen not to wear the full formal dress of the Emperor. Instead, he had chosen a relatively simply, though of good quality, set of a red and gold shirt and pants, secured with a sash. He was trying to calculate how long the journey from the airport to the Palace would take. He was also wondering where Hanna was. She was supposed to be present. No doubt she had found herself lost in the swirl of events and ceremonies for the wedding, which only grew more intense as the day came closer and closer, as he had himself on many occasions.