Confederate Freedom and Gallipoli-China

[Herald_Collier]

The Herald nodded with a smile as he leaned forward a bit, listening intently to the descriptions of these foreign lands. As Viktor finished with his own home's description, he smiled with a nod, "They both sound like particularly beautiful countries; I should have a visit to both--when I have the time, of course."

"Which is almost never, dear." Breanna said with a wry smile. Sean and the children, and even the Herald, laughed at this.

"True, true; much of my time is occupied by affairs of state these days. Though it's good to get away from it all and come here--if only for a few hours." Collier shrugged with a sheepish smile on his face. He then looked to the Talstadt representatives, "Speaking of which; what interest does your König have, arranging this meeting with our State, my good gentleman?"

Breanna just rolled her eyes again, smiling as she said quietly to her husband Sean, "There he goes again..." the couple giggled.

[Xyrael]

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Please continue.

[Talmann]

     When the Herald asked them the question, the two men looked around at each other. Hans nodded to Klaus, who proceeded to speak. "Der König wants to discuss mostly minor things; trade and the like. However, he did want to discuss some policy issues that we might want to discuss..." Klaus paused to take a breath. He then leaned over to the Herald and whispered, "He told me in a letter that he is worried about the possible emigration of former terrorist anarchists from the mountains of Talstadt into your country. He told me that he has heard rumors that some of them have become quite well known locally. He knows this because it was in a newspaper that came to him. Though the König does not and has not ever trusted the media, he believes that this newspaper may confirm his fear." Klaus straightened up, a grave look on his face. He then smiled and said, "But let us not dwell on such thoughts at the moment. Schau! The people are happy here. We must not disturb the mood of this monumentous occasion."
     Hans spoke up, "I would also like to speak with you; not as a representative of Talstadt, but as a member and head of my party."

[Herald_Collier]

The Herald had leaned in to listen carefully to Klaus latter statements, the smile dissapearing from his face for a few moments, accompanied by a furrowed brow; however, the troubling expression dissapeared as quickly as it had  surfaced, the Herald nodding with a quiet muttering of "We'll discuss this later," to Klaus, before he turned his attention to Hans, nodding with a soft smile.

"Yes, of course; you can join the meeting I have with Viktor Debs; as Socialists, we have much to discuss with you, I am sure. Herr Waldmann's meeting with me can take place before or after, if you don't mind Herr Waldmann."

Collier turned to Viktor, smiling, "You wouldn't mind that, would you Viktor? Herr Beruff is head of the Talstadt Socialst Party; surely the three of us would have much to discuss...?"

[Zimmerwald]

Viktor looked eager.  He hadn't been doing most of the talking, but he hadn't needed to.  He had been observing quite a lot, and it seemed to him that things were going just his way.

"Of course I wouldn't mind, High Chancellor.  That's what this meeting's about, building closer relations with Comrades from other countries, and the more the merrier, I say."

[Xyrael]

It has come to my attention, via my agent Zyanya, that a meeting is currently in session discussing the future of Socialism and solidarity in the form of an Alliance. It is my sincerest wish to send a representative to attend this meeting and learn of the views of my like-minded comrades across the globe.

Signed,
King Xipil

[Talmann]

OOC: Sorry, guys, but I will be gone for the next week. I know this will kind of impede the RP a bit, so here are their Ideals.
a) the king does not wish to sign the alliance pact thing, however you may show it to Hans. Hans is interested in economic benefits for his Partei and related corporations. Klaus is still extremely worried about the terrorists currently residing in Confederate Freedom and will push for something to be done about it. I might, however, be able to continue RP until late tonight. Auf Wiederseh'n in advance. Also, I will wait until the feast is concluded to continue.

[Zimmerwald]

It has come to my attention, via my agent Zyanya, that a meeting is currently in session discussing the future of Socialism and solidarity in the form of an Alliance. It is my sincerest wish to send a representative to attend this meeting and learn of the views of my like-minded comrades across the globe.

Signed,
King Xipil

The others, engaged in their talks, had not noticed the small piece of paper that had appeared on the table.  I don't recall a King Xipil, but if Zyanya trusts him, then so can I.  "Have you any objection to inviting a Xyraeli representative here, High Chancellor?"

[LLANYDERN]

OOC: note this is a telegram or some such I haven't quite worked out how to do the box thing.

IC: A friendly participant nation of this conference has informed our humble diplomatic service of its existence, as our nation was planning on entering into discussions with the U.S.S.C.F. if none of the participants have objections our delegation would value it highly.

Alman De'jat OCE bureau

[Zimmerwald]

OOC: There's a button above the text window that looks like a little speech balloon.  Press it, and type your message in between the two quote tags that appear.

IC: "Well, it looks like more and more nations are jumping on this bandwagon, High Chancellor.  Do you want to invite Llanydern as well?"

[Herald_Collier]

The Herald had not noticed the pieces of paper; correspondence from various nations--Weimann had brought them in and set them to the Herald's side without a sound, apparently not wanting to disturb Collier's lunch with friends and family.

The Herald picked up the papers, adjusting his glasses before reading each one over carefully. Then his furrowed brow and slight frown--both bourne in an expression of concentration and contemplation as he gently stroked his stripe-goatee with his free hand's index finger--suddenly was broken into a bemused, yet truly happy smile, a loud burst of jubilant laughter causing everyone to suddenly become silent and stare, blinking bewilderedly, at their Herald, wondering if he had suffered a brief lapse of sanity. He then looked to the Talmänner and then to Viktor, a wide, pleasant smile on his face.

"Well, it seems that I'm suddenly a very popular host, my good friends," he said, passing the notes to Viktor for his perusal, "Suddenly it seems that everyone and their neighbor either wants to discuss diplomatic relations, or negotiate trading agreements! Now I have no doubts that the people pressed me to approve their decision for ending isolationism; it was the right choice, even if a mite risky! I hope none of you would mind additional guests at our discussions and meetings?"

[Zimmerwald]

Viktor thought back to what he had heard about Llanydern.  Which wasn't much.  It had kept to itself before, and he'd read only a drafted report about it before leaving.  He'd have to ask for a e-report once he got access to a computer again.  Llanydern...virtually ruled by the bureaucracy, though with significant legislative participation by the people...

It sounded like he could let them in on the scheme.  Xyrael of course would have been privy to the information once Collier had agreed to it, so this just sped up the process.

"Of course I wouldn't object, High Chancellor.  The more the merrier."  He refrained from winking, trusting that Collier would understand what he meant.

[LLANYDERN]

As the plane (the first he had ever flown in) sped across the water towards their destination Dunest Elmar smiled to himself, this was why he had joined the civil service to make a difference.  He thought back to when he had taken his vows of service, he often did when he was nervous (and who among us can say we've never been nervous especially the first time we've been going faster and higher then we ever have before).  The day when he'd given up all bonds of kin and kith to serve his people had for such a joyous occasion been depressingly dull with cloud and light drizzle (even thunder would have been more fitting).  One of his guilty pleasures was that he'd gone and looked at his own file (yes a terrible breach of conduct he knew but if you are in charge of records and you are left alone well these things happen) "a dull boy, but shows willing may make up in enthusiasm what he lacks in skill" he imagined the booming voice of his instructors reading.  Dull indeed he'd showed them his parents would be proud, well if they hadn't died in that bombing raid the one that gave him the limp to remember it with, still look on the bright side a third level officer of the civil service at thirty, youngest ever to do so if you exclude the soldier boys.  Still can't be long till we land wonder what the U.S.S.C.F. is like....

Thanks GC!

[Xyrael]

Six Saab Gripens escort a Xyraeli VC-25 across the sparkling waters and vast, cloudless sky as they head towards Confederate Freedom. Aboard the VC-25 are many people busying themselves with policies and ideas, but two among these have been chosen to speak for the King.

Her beautiful dark brown hair and sapphire eyes flicker across the room as she nervously paces back and forth, burning a circle into the blue carpet. Zyanya preferred keeping her feet on terra firma, and standing on a flying metal cylinder was not a comforting idea in her mind.

At a desk, in the same room, sat another man, his hairline receding with age, a trait quite uncommon among Xyraelites. His aged blue eyes scanned several documents, very few reports on Talstadt and Confederate Freedom, and the scattered few concering the Democratic Socialists of Gallipoli-China left only unanswered questions. Why had they not been elected after defeating the nationalists? Had they not gained a large support base by openly rebelling against oppression where others dare not lift a finger? Zyanya's fierce pacing was unnerving him. "Missy, would you mind sitting?"

Her passionate eyes burned a hole through him and he regretted his usage of the word Missy. She dismissed his phrase, continuing her pacing. "I hate flying, this flight better be over soon. I'm quite anxious to get off this floating aluminum cigar."

Tepeu, the official Xyraeli representative, grinned as his eyes wandered to the two guards at the door, their eyes fixated on Zyanya's perfect body. Their eyes rose and fell along her body, seemingly unnoticed. One turned to the other, as though he were going to comment.

Zyanya's swift stride carried her fist with force directly into the Guardsman's trachea, and he collapsed to the ground breathless. The other guard snapped to attention, his eyes fixating on the wall ahead of him as Zyanya paced in front of him, tracing her finger along his Beryl rifle. Stare at me more, she dared him.

Tepeu sighed, lifting the phone, "Get a medic to my room, and bring a replacement guard. One without a penis."

Zyanya looked to Tepeu with a playful grin before turning back to her next victim, her cold eyes making the other guardsman tense as his comrade choked, gasping for air.

"Zyanya, it should only be an hour longer," Tepeu informed her as he hung the phone up. "Please, try to restrain yourself."

[Talmann]

Hans and Klaus looked at each other in quiet amazement at the Herald's dancing eyes. His display of laughter and excitement made even Klaus forget what he was here for. Hans said, "Why sure, my dear friend. We could always use more drinking partners up here!" He and Klaus burst into laughter. Klaus nearly fell out of his chair before he caught himself and straightened himself up. "I'm sorry, Herald. We just found that extremely amusing." Hans then turned to the Herald's sister, "And I am deeply sorry, Frau, for mentioning 'drinking' in front of your children."