Tarieles

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The day was cool, a small drizzle of rain fell from the sky. President Griener stood at the entrance to the Federal Palace of Switzerland, along with multitudes of guards and other diplomats, here to greet the children of the foreign leaders of the world. Today would hopefully be the last time Switzerland had to worry about the world crumbling around them. Sounds of helicopter blades could be heard in the distance, most likely one of the families.

"Prepare yourselves for a very exciting time." The president muttered to his advisor, a small band beginning to play the Swiss National Anthem as the first daughter appeared.​
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Interacting: Her father, the president, her escort
Mentioned: Carmelo
Outfit
Sigrun sat, her arms crossed over her chest, and a glower on her face. It was hard to see, because of the flight helmet, but her father knew exactly why she was upset. Sig wasn't exactly pleased about the marriage thing. Magnus looked to his daughter, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Þú verður í lagi." (You will be fine.) His voice came through the headset to her, which just made her scoff. She had been told pretty much on the way here who she would be marrying. She wasn't fond of the idea of marrying someone from such a different culture, let alone being forced to marry anyone at all. She would have to at least make sure the boy was worthy.

With Bern in sight, Sig suddenly got very nervous. She didn't want to disappoint her family, either. It was intensely difficult for her to decide on a reaction to this. She was scared and angry and didn't want to let her father down. She'd have to somehow make the best of it. The helicopter hovered over the palace, and a chain ladder dropped down. Six armed guards dropped first, two of them being very large, and heavily armored with shields and full body armor. The rest were basic soldiers, much smaller than the first two.

Sig grabbed a rope to jump down with them, but her father ushered her to the ladder instead. He shook her head, gesturing to her attire. She sighed, nodding a bit. She really wasn't outfitted for jumping from an airborne vehicle. She made her way down the ladder, stepping into the protective area of her soldiers, her father right behind her in a suit that made him look hilarious in her opinion. A formal suit just did not fit the man. He walked with her up to the President.

"Guete Morgen Your Highness." President Niklaus Griener greeted King Magnus, soon turning to Sigrun. "And to you as well, Princess." Sigrun merely nodded. "If you will say your goodbyes to your daughter, we will bring her safely inside, and wait for the rest to arrive. She may keep her guards." Magnus nodded, turning to Sig.

"Make me proud, Djásnið mitt. You know where to find protection." He said softly, giving her a small wink. She nodded in return.

"I'll be fine pabbi. Go home to mamma. Though I am still very unhappy, and I hope you know that." Her glare returned, and her arms went back across her chest. She walked forward with her entourage, giving him a small wave. He laughed a bit, before returning to the helicopter.

"Keep my daughter safe, Griener." He called to the older man, before climbing back up to the aircraft, and flying from the premises. Sig looked to the president.

"Well? Do I get an escort or must I find my way by myself?" A man approached, dressed almost like a waiter. He held a hand towards her.

"Please follow me madam. We will wait inside until the rest arrive." He gave a grand smile, which she could tell was very fake.

Sig looked at his hand, but didn't accept it. He realized this, and began to walk forward. Sig looked at the building, the place that would be her home for the next few months. She would have to get used to it. This marriage business bothered her to no end, but there was no rule that said she couldn't have her fun while there. It would definitely be a very interesting stay.

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Moments after the helicopter from the Nordic Confederacy had cleared the landing space approached the Passenger Drones from the Russian Federation.

An entire fleet of regal black 4 blades trailing behind a singular white passenger drone approached slowly. It was a show of power, typical of the Russians. The drone hovered close to the landing pad as a walkway extended down from it. The tinted red glass windows raised to reveal the luxuries inside the hovercraft where the royal family sat. Plush carpets, leather seating, gold chalices filled with wine. The drones flew themselves, which left a lot of room for comfort.

Her highness and his mother, Olga Vladimirovna Romanov couldn't be more thrilled about the event. She had been trying to get her son interested in settling down since he turned sixteen. She rose to her feet dripping in lavish velvet and fur robes adorned with golden jewelry and ruby's. Atop her long beautiful dark brown hair was a tiara of gold, ruby's and diamonds.

Vladimir stood, grasping the forearms of his mother as she pulled him close to kiss both his cheeks. "You bring me home a daughter that will love Russia like I do, Vladi. You abide not by their rules. You are the prince of Russia." She looked up at him with pride. Vladimir tried not to smirk, he loved his mother but she was always much more serious than him and his father. She removed the tiara from her head and placed it delicately in his hand. "She must love Russia." Her tone was serious but he could hear her true meaning through it as she folded his hands over the crown. You must find love in each other...

Vladimir looked at his mother's crown and realized the gravity of the situation. Up until that moment he had been coasting. Find a girl, bring her home, peace reigns a while, yadda yadda. He was always very passionate about his country but this will be his first contribution to the state of its being.

His father was a man of few words. Tall, like his son with blonde hair that was thinning from age and the stress of ruling the Federation. As his highness, Kirill Alexivich Romanov stood to say his good byes, the other drones closed in on them in a glorious aerial spectacle. He rested his hands on Vladimir's shoulders. "Make me proud, my son." Vladimir nodded with reverence and began his departure.

He wrapped his mother's crown into his bag as his personal guards dropped down from the Black 4-Blades to carry his bags and escort him inside. He walked down onto the landing pad as the Russian anthem played behind him. Little camera drones flew around them capturing the moments live for Russian Television. His six guards clad in black suits with red ties followed him. He himself was adorned in khaki slacks, a chocolate brown button up covered by his ankle length royal fur coat which bore the Romanov family Crest.

He approached President Griener and extended his hand. He had seen the man at various political events but had never met him personally. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He said in his best English while bowing his head in respect. "I am accompanied by two of my personal guards, Alexi Solokov and Sergei Petrov. Whom I trust will have comfortable accommodations adjoining my own. My additional 4 guards will only be accompanying me until I am unpacked.. And.. For the photo shoots, you know? However they will also need accommodations." He chuckled a little at that last part. "We are very visual people, us Russians." He smirked slightly but his expression quickly resumed straight and professional, even in light of his jest. His voice was smooth and deep with a very faint Russian accent. And he omitted a gentle presence, for a Russian.

The fleet of 4 blades flew off slowly behind him, the sound of the Russian Anthem faded with it. Three camera drones remained, constantly filming him and the scenery.
 
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Carmelo Cotilla
Interacted: Vladimir (@FrictionFrog), Swiss President Griene || Mentioned: Sigrun (@Tarieles)
As the rain began to fall a bit harder, a bit colder, a new sight appeared in the distance. One single vehicle made its approach to the palace, at a moderate pace for the weather conditions, up the empty stretch of road that led off toward the Swiss airfield. The vehicle looked a bit like enclosed motorcycles, standing out in their white paint against the tarmac. The cycle drew closer, and slowed its speed, decelerating and stopping while still a good distance away from the Swiss entourage. Curiously, the onlookers noted that the cycle made very little sound while in motion, and appeared to have no tailpipes.

The facing side of the cycle was emblazoned with the flag of the South American Syndicate, set within an emblem of leaves. The cycle's cockpit opened with a slight whirring noise and a puff of air. Was the inside climate-controlled? A figure stood up, and climbed out of the cockpit, followed by a second, who immediately turned to retrieve some baggage from an inner compartment. The first figure, wearing a hooded raincoat, walked toward the Swiss president and the Russian arrival, as the Swiss anthem began to play once again.

Placing his hood down, Carmelo Cotilla shook out his hair, letting it fall, and straightened his padded raincoat. He walked steadily up toward the pair on as the music swelled in the rain, drops splashing lightly on his head and rolling off. His face was a bit rugged, perhaps, but the smile that played on his lips and the moderately accented tone of his voice indicated that he was enjoying something.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Señor Presidente. You will be happy to hear that Carmelo Cotilla has arrived at last. It is a lovely day for such a encounter, is it not?" Carmen gestured at the sky with one hand, and extended his other to grasp the president's hand in a shake. Then, Carmen turned to the man standing aside, who drones circled from a fair distance, snapping photos with flash photography. "And you must be one of our compatriots. A fine welcome to you, too. I hope to make your better acquaintance once we have begun to settle in." A moment later, the second passenger from the cycle had stepped up to the pair, carrying a satchel and a rolling suitcase, which she handed to Carmen. "An assistant of my father," Carmen explained, thanking her and passing her a keyring. "She will take my cycle back to the airfield, and I am now free to enter your domain."

Carmen held in place for a moment, surveying the area as the assistant returned to the cycle. Deciding something, Carmen nodded firmly, though his smile seemed to falter for a moment. "Yes... I will just step into the shelter of these overheads a little farther. I wonder, has la princesa prometida arrived yet? If so, it may be that I am not quite dressed for the occasion," Carmen stated, motioning toward his raincoat and medium-height waterproof boots. "Or, who can say; she may enjoy my aesthetic." Holding his satchel a bit before him, Carmen showed the embroidered flag of the Syndicate on one side, and a alpaca on the other. The alpaca was wearing a headband in the colors of the Syndicate's flag, and held a jagged knife in its mouth. "Warrior alpacas. A very serious business." Carmen nodded grimly, with a slight twinkle in his eye, before he strode off to find shelter within the eaves of the Swiss palace.​
 
Vladimir turned to watch the approach of a hooded mystery, he hadn't heard the vehicle until the doors opened. Slightly envious of Carmelo's style, he nodded his head in respect when addressed by him. "It would be my pleasure," he said with genuine interest.

As Carmelo proudly introduced them to his nations finest embroidery, Vladimir lightly clapped his hands and smiled warmly. He motioned towards the embroidered Romanov Family Crest on his fur coat positioned just over his heart and replied. "Two-headed Eagles. A very serious deformity." He chuckled lightly, already convinced he liked this man whom he knew nothing about.

He turned around once Carmelo dissappeared out of the rain and waited for his Bride to arrive. The weather only continued to worsen. He was glad to have his fur hat, but sooner or later, that would be of no more assistance.
 
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"Our culture of violence is an incubator, where our children are the crop of future techno-warrior killers."
-Bryant McGill

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Kowloon City, The Asian Coalition

Zhao Guiying, the Asian Minister of Information sat at a long wooden table. Large floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city outside as typhoon rain smashed against them. In front of her sat a long wooden conference table with no one else seated at it, representing the cabinet of the Secretary-General, and a bottle of wine. She poured herself a glass of wine, and looked up at the table. Blue representations of the other members appeared in their chairs. Zhao took a sip and looked at the men.

"Is Yumi in Switzerland?" Zhao asked calmly. She took a sip of wine, and glanced at it. "I hope our dear Miss Song-Park can nip this agreement in the bud."

The man at the head of the table, across from Zhao nodded. "Yes, the deal's in her hands now." He said. "The news should be broadcasting her about now. Would you like to watch?"

The Chinese woman nodded. "Very much so. I'd like to See how this will start."

One of the windows in the room changed to a television.



Yokohama, Neo-Tokyo, Asian Coalition

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"A-and welcome back to Neo-Tokyo Beat, everyone." A handsome young man in an ice-blue suit said. A wide smile was across his face and his hair was done up in a cool blue. He was framed by the Tokyo skyline behind him. This was Ryoma Ishihara, host of Neo-Tokyo Beat, one of the largest broadcasts in Asia. Part late-night talk show, part news show, Neo-Tokyo Beat had it all, and Ryoma was its ever-popular host, beloved by millions upon millions of fans for his cool demeanor and way of delivering the news.

"I'm your omniscient and omnibenevolent host, Ryoma Ishihara, comin' at you live from Neo-Tokyokohama with a ton of new news and guests for you tonight. The news across Asia has just been blowin' up recently. But I know what you all tuned in to see tonight" He smiled at the camera. "Our nation's very own Yumi Song has been sent off to marry. I would have married her myself had her sister not been hotter." He said with a joking tone of voice. The audience in the studio laughed. "Anyway, we'll get you up-to-the-minute coverage of this. In Vietnam today, Lower Councilman Thanh Xuan Van submitted his agriculture report..." he continued on with the news.



Switzerland

A plane with the diplomatic livery of the Asian Coalition landed at the Swiss airfield. To the common observer, It looked like just a routine peace mission consisting of Coalition diplomats, however, this was anything but a routine mission.

The first ones off the Coalition Air Force plane were the two diplomats. They were Iranian and Chinese in descent, and both wore finely tailored suits with Asian Coalition lapel pins. The diplomats were merely a formality, and would act as relays back to the High Council, and could step in if an incident got out of hand. They made their way out of the plane, and took positions next to the stairs leading out. They put their hands behind their backs and stood still.

These were followed by a woman in a black dress with a sword. At first glance, she would appear to be human. However, she was one of Asia's androids used for military service or Toxic Site clean up. Her moves were graceful, and smooth. She was followed by two towering figures that looked similar to Samurai. They were completely silent, and wore metal masks over their faces. Both of them carried katanas at their sides. Their masks scanned the environment for threats. The three military-style figures made their way down the tarmac as well. Several airport police officers wore body cameras, broadcasting throughout the Asian Coalition.

Finally, a young Asian woman stepped out. She wore a traditional dress, and had her hair done up. She walked with grace. Several cameras were trained on her, broadcasting the footage to televisions across the Coalition. Yumi was sure that millions of women in Asia would be rushing out to copy her style immediately. She also knew that boys across the Asian landmass would envy her husband. This was her moment to shine in the eyes of her people. Yumi's moment to show she was valuable.

She spoke in Mandarin into an earpiece as she stepped off the plane. "Yes, appa, I will make you proud. Yes, I am as beautiful as māmā was when you met." She said with a small sigh. "Of course, appa, I will be good." She had a small smile on her face. "Alright, sa-rang-hae appa, bye." She turned off the earpiece, and waved towards the men, and therefore towards the people of the Asian Coalition.

She stepped towards the airport terminal. Inside, several police stood behind a barrier, making sure the crowd couldn't get past. She put on a pair of sunglasses and made her way towards the car parked just outside that would take her and her entourage to the Swiss Palace.

When the limo pulled up to the Swiss mansion, she stepped out of the car flanked by the two Guardsmen, and the android followed behind. This footage was once again being shown in Asia. She approached Griener, and gave a small bow. "My father wishes he could be here. He sends his regards." She smiled softly, and looked to the ground. "I will make sure my guards do not disturb anyone." She pointed to the three figures behind her. She prepared to step inside, ready to meet her future husband.

Only to fall to the ground, and have the breath knocked out of her.

Back at the studio, Ryoma cracked a joke. "I can see that Yumi is already falling in love."
 
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[fieldbox=Jelani Talib Onwudiwe, #873, solid, 10, times new roman]After Anna so spectacularly crashed into Yumi, anybody looking up would be able to see a sleek grey hovercar coming up. It stopped in the air directly above the front of the palace. The door slid open, and Jelani leaned out, supporting himself with one arm and ignoring the rain that was soaking into his hair. He was dressed in a simple brown long sleeve shirt, a thick green jacket, and a pair of grey cargo pants. He had no doubt that a million cameras were looking his way right that moment, so, with a faint sigh, he pulled himself back into the car.

A moment later, he jumped out with a backpack on his back and a duffel bag in his hand, landing neatly on booted feet behind the other children. He raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the Russian princess on top of the girl from the Asian Coalition, but he made no comment and, instead, made his way through the other children to greet the president.

"Prince Jelani Onwudiwe. Thank you for agreeing to host this, sir." He greeted the president with a solemn nod and a faintly discernable South African accent before turning to look back up at his hovercar. Two guards in Anubis armor were jumping out, both of them brandishing large guns. They followed Jelani, and one took up a position next to him, while the other went to investigate Jelani's room.

Who's here so far? Jelani glanced over the scene in front of him, and the device embedded in the base of his skull informed him that his supposed fiancé had not arrived yet. It also went through the background checks he had downloaded of each of the children and provided a few basic facts about each one that was here. It told him that the Nordic girl had arrived, but was already inside, and after a moment's consideration, he decided to go inside as well. While part of him wanted to stay and learn something about the other children, he also knew that there would be time to gather information later, and besides, this would be the time when most people would be recording, broadcasting...the works. So he went past the president and through the doors, with the Anubis bodyguard following like a shadow.

He found his room quickly enough. The other bodyguard directed him to it through his implant, but it was also fairly easy to find. He went inside and found it had been prepared to his specifications--large bed behind a clear panel in the wall, dark brown paneled walls throughout, a complete kitchen and bathroom, a large desk built into the wall next to the bed, fairly dim lighting, a fitness area, and a massive window with shutters. His guard had been standing outside the door, and the other went to guard the door as well once Jelani was safely in his room. After putting his luggage in another wall cubby similar to the one his bed was in, he sighed and went to the fitness room, where he began to exercise. His eyes slid shut as he slipped back into his memories.



"We're so sorry," Empress Nomusa Onwudiwe whispered, her voice soft and full of sorrow. "If we didn't have to..."

"I know, mother." Jelani's voice contained traces of bitterness, mingled with the love he felt for his parents. "But why not send my sister? She's far better at these things."

"We had to send a son," she replied. "It was part of the agreement. Your brother is...not suited."

"Of course," Jelani whispered, looking down at his hands. They were shaking, and suddenly his vision blurred. He didn't realize the tears were there until one landed on his right hand.

"Oh, Talib..." His mother began to wrap an arm around him, but he reached up and gently took her hand instead.

"It's all right, mother," he whispered tenderly. "It's all right."

"You know what you have to do?" His father spoke, and Jelani nodded, his eyes still wet but determined.

"Get as much intel as I can while I'm there. Learn everything I can about the other nations from their leaders' children. Don't let anything slip. Don't let the peace fall apart."

"Good." His father reached out and took Jelani's other hand. "This may be nothing like what any of us wanted, but it'll work out, won't it?" Jelani nodded before getting to his feet. "You'll be alone except for your guards," the emperor continued. "We can't come."

"That's probably the best way," Jelani responded, an odd smile tugging at the edges of his lips before picking his bags up and walking out to the transport waiting on the surface, ignoring the stares of his siblings and friends as he walked past. As he was about to get on to the lift to the surface, he saw Ariel staring his way, sorrow filling her deep, dark eyes. He quickly got on the lift and left, but on his way to the transport, her mournful eyes, her thick dark hair framing her slender face, and the way she had leaned against the wall like she couldn't stand haunted his thoughts. He hadn't ever thought of her as more than a friend, even now, but that look clearly showed that she felt something much more, and he couldn't help but wonder what could have been.



As he finished his workout and dropped to the floor from the pullup bar, Jelani's eyes snapped open. His feet hit the floor neatly a moment after, and he walked out to his bedroom and main living area. He pressed his hand against the glass in front of his bed, and it slid away, allowing him to sit on the edge of the bed and place his head in his hands.

I'm not ready, he thought for a moment, his emotional exhaustion overwhelming him for a moment.

Then again, who ever is?

After another moment of holding his head in his hands, he got up and walked to the door of his room, the bed re-sealing behind him. He stepped out the door, and the guard that had followed him here before began to step away from the door to follow him.

No, Jelani transmitted, and the guard stepped back to her position. Jelani went on his own to find the primary common area and find a good area to watch everybody else from. His implant mapped the building as he went, storing everything he noticed for later retrieval.[/fieldbox]
 
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The transport Vehicle-
VLJP (Vertical Lift Jet Plane)
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Alex and Anna's Wingsuit (S.A.L.S. has a wingsuit attachment that attaches to their armor so seperate wingsuits isn't necessary.)
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Alex Windhelms-
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S.A.L.S.-
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On the way to Switzerland

"Are you sure you got everything? All your necessities and any extra you could fit in your bag?" King Alex Windhelms, Anna Windhelms' father, Asked Anna. Alex, Anna, 5 S.A.L.S. bodyguards, a S.A.L.S. pilot, and a S.A.L.S. co-pilot was in one of Indo-Asia's thick armor VLJTs or Vertical Lift Jet Planes. The plane was white with the number, a number that Anna requested in a jokey delight, 420 painted near the tail wings. Near the windows were small Indo-Asian flags painted on it and in the middle on the, slide open, dispatch door was the words "Indo-Asia S.A.L.S.A.F." with the last period covered up by a marijuana leaf sticker that Anna had put there just before take off as a joke, she was the last one on.

"Yes dad. I made sure to grab everything." Anna then replied while just so happening to be taking a hit of a blunt that she had rolled before hand. "Are you sure?" Alex then asked, not yet noticing the blunt in Anna's mouth. "Yes dad I'm... Oh wait, I forgot my panties." Anna said in a serious tone of voice, only trying to joke around. "..... Pilot we need to turn ar-" Alex stated only to be cut off by Anna and her laughter. "Dad dad dad, I'm just joking." Anna then stated. "Don't do that. You scared me for a second, to think that my daughter would be walking around without p- What's that smell?" Alex asked while sniffing the air before turning to face Anna himself. "Really? You're smoking now? Of all times you pick the time when we'll be jumping out of a plane?" Alex asked, sounding a bit disappointing, but not like the 'I hate my child' disappointed, more of a 'Really? Now?' kind of disappointed. "What can I say? Plane rides make me stressed. Besides, by the time we jump out the plane I should be sober again." Anna stated trying to argue her point only for her father to sigh and shake his head. "As long as it doesn't effect your capability to glide yourself down when we jump, and you remember your wingsuit training, then whatever. I don't have the time to scold you right now." Alex then told her. "Don't worry dad I'll be fine." Anna then replied. "Those are the famous last words for a lot of people." Alex then stated concerned.

Making the jump

"Alright, helmets on, suit up." Alex told everyone as he stood up next to the dispatch door on the side of the jet. The jump light still on red. They were just given the "Get ready" by the co-pilot. "Remember, we're representing Indo-Asia. Please, Please, don't make a fool of yourselves. You got that Anna." Alex then stated only to be given a roll of the eyes by Anna herself. "Don't worry dad. I got this."

And 3,2,1, green light. The dispatch door swung open and everyone was jumping out of the plane. Anna being the third to last to jump out followed by 3 S.A.L.S. soldiers, 1 S.A.L.S. soldier infront of her, and before that her father, and before that the last S.A.L.S. soldier leading the way of the drop. "Wooooooh.... This is so trippy." Anna said into her helmet mic. "Anna I thought you told me you'd be sober by now." Alex then stated with a worried tone in his voice. "Don't worry dad I know what I'm doing." Anna then told him followed by a little giggle which did not help to ease Alex.

As they neared the ground, Anna was the first one to spread her arms and legs causing the wingsuit to open up and slow her down a bit, causing the 3 S.A.L.S. soldier behind her to fly past her. "Uh sir, your daughter....." One of the soldiers said into the helmet mic. Followed by Alex making an bothered groan. "What did she do?" Alex then asked. "Sir she opened up her wingsuit too early." The soldier then replied. "Well atleast we know she'd slow down more. She probably needs the extra speed debuff to stick her landing knowing that she's not exactly sober yet." Alex then stated trying to shrug it off and keep up with his professional look.

And when it came the actual planned time to open up the wingsuits, Alex and the other 5 S.A.L.S. soldiers did.

Alex's landing

After a good amount of minutes, Alex and the 5 S.A.L.S. soldiers finally landed. And once on the ground Alex removed his suit and was dressed in his normal attire (Look at his pic in the spoiler). He then walked up to the Swiss Pres with a big friendly smile and opened up his arms, only to give the pres a bear hug once close enough. "It's so nice to see old friends again." Alex then stated.

Alex would then turn his attention to another man who was currently standing next to the pres. He looks Russian so he must be the Russian son. "Ah you must be the Russian's son. Misterrr...." Alex extended his arm and waited for the kid to introduce himself to Alex. And once after, Alex would then introduce himself. "I'm Alex Windhelms, the king of Indo-Asia, here to see my daughter off. Which should beeee....." Alex looked around to try and find her only to see she hasn't landed yet.

And just a few moments of looking around, Alex heard a crash and let out a sigh. "Right.... there...." Alex stated a with an un-pleased tone in his voice.

Anna's failed landing

"Alright Anna, You've got this. Just like the training." Anna said to herself still in the air, but little did she know that her high, which was now just a buzz, was playing with her field of vision since she wasn't experienced with gliding while high. And how she thought she was aiming for right next to her father, she was actually in route for someone really important. And she didn't know until a blur popped up right infront of her. But by the time she saw this blur it was too late to give a warning.

With a crash and a thud, Anna had found herself landed ontop of something much softer than concrete, much much softer. "Huh? This concrete is much softer than I'd have imagined." Anna then said casually until she sat up. She would rub her eyes and then look down. Her high was now completely gone and she recognizes just what happened.

"Oh my god, oh my god oh my god oh my god. Are you okay?" Anna asked worriedly as she got off of the girl and went to help her up, if the girl would let her.
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If Yumi would let Anna help her up, Anna would dust off the girl's formal attire as it seems the dress she was wearing wasn't too dirty since it was just on concrete. Anna would then start checking the girl for wounds and if she saw any smugges on her skin, Anna would lick her thumb and gently wipe off the smugges and in any wounds Anna would treat them. "I am so terribly sorry." Anna would apologize again.
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If Yumi would decide not to let Anna help her up, Anna would retract her hand and stand there nervously. "I am so so sorry. I didn't mean to drop right on top of you. I was actually aiming to land over there." Anna would then point to her father who was currently standing next to the Swiss Pres.
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To Anna's little knowledge she didn't know that the whole thing was just broadcasted to all of the Asian Coalition. Anna would remove her face mask and reveal her actual face. "Are you okay? Nothing broken?" Anna would then ask in a still worried tone. She would then look around and notice the girl she just drop on's body guards and a more aware look began to shown. "I truly didn't mean to do that. Please understand. I am terribly sorry." anna then stated. She wasn't exactly panicked over the body guards but she was aware and didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. She didn't want to get into a fight on the first day, or any day for that matter. Especially when she could possibly lose her head over an accident.

Meanwhile, 3 of the S.A.L.S. bodyguards were making their way over to make sure Anna was alright, nothing was going on, and to bring her over to her father safely, and hopefully not have to fight Yumi's bodyguards.
 
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AstraTech Headquarters, London
Crowe Astra watched the newsfeeds with amusement as they showed her best friend, Prince Pierre Alexandre Chevalier, jumping off the HovTrain with a grin. His five guards followed with less flamboyance; each with a hand on their sword sheathed at their belt as they stepped down.

Princess Rhea, sitting next to Crowe with a cup of hot chocolate cradled in her hands, leaned back with an overdramatic sigh. “I wish I was going.”

Crowe snickered. “I don’t doubt it.”

Rhea frowned and took a sip of her hot chocolate. “I’m definitely not too young, right? I mean, I’m seventeen.”

“Just shut up and watch, Rhea,” Crowe groaned, setting her cup of tea down on the table in front of them.

The screen cut to an image of the Federal Palace of Switzerland. No one was there yet, so the reporter went off on another recap of what the meeting is all about, throwing in a few comments about the weather and noting that everyone should plant marigold in their garden, as it had been brought back from the brink of extinction.

They watch as the Nordics arrived with their helicopter, but just a moment later the screen cut back to Pierre. Six hoverboards were hovering about a foot above the ground in a V formation. Pierre hopped on the first one and immediately sped off, his guards closely following.

Crowe laughed. “I thought he was joking about the hoverboard. No, he’s really going for it! I wonder how the other ones will arrive. Ten bucks says that girl from Indo-Asia will skydive in and break her leg.”

“I hope she really does break her leg,” Rhea muttered grumpily.

“Oh, shush. Look, the Russians are there.”

Near the Federal Palace of Switzerland
Pierre grinned as the wind whipped past him and the cold drizzle seemed to cut little pricks into his skin. Zephyr burrowed deeper into his coat, mumbling something about not wanting her circuits to freeze over. He felt her warm, vibrating shell press uncomfortably against his collarbone and winced, wishing for the millionth time that he had made her design more huggable like those medical androids at L'Hôpital Royal.

One of his guards shouted something at him, but he couldn’t hear them over the wind. He tapped his earpiece without looking behind him and moments later, their voice came through it. “Prince Pierre, we have almost arrived.”

“Good,” he said, speeding up. The Federal Palace was now in view through the short, old buildings and rapidly approaching. The road had been cleared, but it’s not like it mattered. Pierre had experience boarding through New Rome at high speed. Compared to that, a few buses were nothing.

They exited the busy street and raced through the open gates to the palace. Pierre leaned backwards on his hoverboard as soon as they crossed into the well manicured lawn, though there was still a ways to go before they reached the front entrance where the others that had arrived were already gathering.

As they came to a stop in front of the palace, Pierre hopped down from his hoverboard and unzipped his coat a bit to let Zephyr out.

Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anna bowl over Yumi. Pierre turned his head and blinked, counfused by the scene for a moment, then burst out in laughter, unable to stop himself.

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Back in London, Crowe watched the whole scene play out with amusement. But when she saw Pierre double over in laughter, she snorted. “What an idiot.”

Rhea just covered her face with her hands.

--

After composing himself, Pierre quickly greeted the President and gestured for his guards to follow him inside. As he passed the two girls, he smirked but didn’t look their way.

Inside, his escort bowed and led him to his room.
 
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There they were... The Asian Coalition. Vladimir watched their approach intently. His two personal body guards standing at ease behind him while the others carried his bags and bags of luggage to his suite. He wasn't normally an impatient man but he had to see her with his own eyes.

Then she stepped out of her limousine. She looked exactly like the pictures he had been shown of her. Rich, self-centered, stuck up little princess. He thought to himself.

He didn't deny that she was pretty, but his mind raced through married life scenarios. "Close the blinds! I need my beauty sleep!" he imagined her saying in a monstrous high pitched whine. "What do you mean, dinner with your parents!? I'm going shopping!" As thoughts of her mentally slapped him around, he hadn't noticed she had already greeted the president and walked on past him. 'Idiot!' He thought.. 'You just stood there like a fruitcake! Great,... This is just great. I blew it.' His inner voice turned girly to mock him a little more. 'Wonderful first impression Vladi, would you like a little Charm with that blank stare!?' He took a deep breath and retrieved his composure.

And just in time too, for the Indo-Asians had just come into sight. He wasn't sure if his nation had just been outdone in impressive entrances or if they were just off the wall crazy. But when he saw the King land, he was just jaw dropped. His father would never, could never.

Vladimir bowed as the King approached, which was much more respect than he had given the president. He firmly grasped the Kings hand with both of his own, "I am Vladimir Romanov, it is a honour to make your acquaintance." He spoke with sincerity and it was obvious he was impressed. He felt honoured the King would take time to introduce himself. His father wouldn't even get out of their drone. As the King mentioned his daughter Vladimirs gaze also turned towards the sky as his peripheral vision caught what looked like a meteor barreling out of the sky right past them.

Shock covered his face as the Camera drones went in for close ups of the crash. He quickly waved his hand in the air which overrode the drones causing them to shut off and float peacefully to the ground. He rushed over to the women, unsure about what to do or say. The Indo-Asian Princess was doing enough talking for everyone though. So he just stood there, ready to offer his hand or a handkerchief or the coat off his back. As the shock of the situation left him though, he laughed inside himself. 'Hah! Now they win for worst first impressions.' Feeling redeemed, he waited to offer assistance to the ladies not even noticing that someone else had arrived.
 
Ruru was having the time of her life, mostly because her father wasn't here. He had opted to send his daughter off while he was in America on important business. Ruru was just fine flying by herself. In fact she no one but herself in the PAU 1. The PAU 1 was essentially her plane at this point. The mech suit was decked out in a dark grey blue color, flashing her large mech logo on the side. Though it wasn't like her normal mech she did enjoy flying.

"PAU 1 cleared for visual approach. Wind speed is 5 knots and it should be smooth sailing from there."

"Roger that, PAU 1 cleared for landing."

Ruru grinned as she approached the mansion. She didn't like this place one bit and had she not been responsible for this plane she would have turned around and flown back home. She loved her father a lot but not quite enough to get married. If she event tried to turn around she'd be chased out by fireworks.

Slowly arriving with the roar of the powerful engines, Ruru roared in towards the mansion, looking for the safest place to land. Seeing a patch of green grass she grinned and flipped forms, using the powerful engines to slow her down on her decent to the ground. After hovering just above the ground Ruru switched the plane back, gently gliding it the last few inches to the ground. "There we go." Ruru mumbled, unbuckling herself and popping open the top casing.

Looking over at the group of people, one who looked like she had been squished by someone else in a wingsuit, Ruru waved as she tugged her glasses up on top of her head. "Yoho~ Hello hello everybody. The party boat has arrived~" She joked before leaping out of the plane and onto the soft grass. She strode confidently over towards the group of people in a nice muscle t shirt with a wolf printed on it and a pair of small jean shorts.
 
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Alex and Anna's Wingsuit (S.A.L.S. has a wingsuit attachment that attaches to their armor so seperate wingsuits isn't necessary.)
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On the way to Switzerland

"Are you sure you got everything? All your necessities and any extra you could fit in your bag?" King Alex Windhelms, Anna Windhelms' father, Asked Anna. Alex, Anna, 5 S.A.L.S. bodyguards, a S.A.L.S. pilot, and a S.A.L.S. co-pilot was in one of Indo-Asia's thick armor VLJTs or Vertical Lift Jet Planes. The plane was white with the number, a number that Anna requested in a jokey delight, 420 painted near the tail wings. Near the windows were small Indo-Asian flags painted on it and in the middle on the, slide open, dispatch door was the words "Indo-Asia S.A.L.S.A.F." with the last period covered up by a marijuana leaf sticker that Anna had put there just before take off as a joke, she was the last one on.

"Yes dad. I made sure to grab everything." Anna then replied while just so happening to be taking a hit of a blunt that she had rolled before hand. "Are you sure?" Alex then asked, not yet noticing the blunt in Anna's mouth. "Yes dad I'm... Oh wait, I forgot my panties." Anna said in a serious tone of voice, only trying to joke around. "..... Pilot we need to turn ar-" Alex stated only to be cut off by Anna and her laughter. "Dad dad dad, I'm just joking." Anna then stated. "Don't do that. You scared me for a second, to think that my daughter would be walking around without p- What's that smell?" Alex asked while sniffing the air before turning to face Anna himself. "Really? You're smoking now? Of all times you pick the time when we'll be jumping out of a plane?" Alex asked, sounding a bit disappointing, but not like the 'I hate my child' disappointed, more of a 'Really? Now?' kind of disappointed. "What can I say? Plane rides make me stressed. Besides, by the time we jump out the plane I should be sober again." Anna stated trying to argue her point only for her father to sigh and shake his head. "As long as it doesn't effect your capability to glide yourself down when we jump, and you remember your wingsuit training, then whatever. I don't have the time to scold you right now." Alex then told her. "Don't worry dad I'll be fine." Anna then replied. "Those are the famous last words for a lot of people." Alex then stated concerned.

Making the jump

"Alright, helmets on, suit up." Alex told everyone as he stood up next to the dispatch door on the side of the jet. The jump light still on red. They were just given the "Get ready" by the co-pilot. "Remember, we're representing Indo-Asia. Please, Please, don't make a fool of yourselves. You got that Anna." Alex then stated only to be given a roll of the eyes by Anna herself. "Don't worry dad. I got this."

And 3,2,1, green light. The dispatch door swung open and everyone was jumping out of the plane. Anna being the third to last to jump out followed by 3 S.A.L.S. soldiers, 1 S.A.L.S. soldier infront of her, and before that her father, and before that the last S.A.L.S. soldier leading the way of the drop. "Wooooooh.... This is so trippy." Anna said into her helmet mic. "Anna I thought you told me you'd be sober by now." Alex then stated with a worried tone in his voice. "Don't worry dad I know what I'm doing." Anna then told him followed by a little giggle which did not help to ease Alex.

As they neared the ground, Anna was the first one to spread her arms and legs causing the wingsuit to open up and slow her down a bit, causing the 3 S.A.L.S. soldier behind her to fly past her. "Uh sir, your daughter....." One of the soldiers said into the helmet mic. Followed by Alex making an bothered groan. "What did she do?" Alex then asked. "Sir she opened up her wingsuit too early." The soldier then replied. "Well atleast we know she'd slow down more. She probably needs the extra speed debuff to stick her landing knowing that she's not exactly sober yet." Alex then stated trying to shrug it off and keep up with his professional look.

And when it came the actual planned time to open up the wingsuits, Alex and the other 5 S.A.L.S. soldiers did.

Alex's landing

After a good amount of minutes, Alex and the 5 S.A.L.S. soldiers finally landed. And once on the ground Alex removed his suit and was dressed in his normal attire (Look at his pic in the spoiler). He then walked up to the Swiss Pres with a big friendly smile and opened up his arms, only to give the pres a bear hug once close enough. "It's so nice to see old friends again." Alex then stated.

Alex would then turn his attention to another man who was currently standing next to the pres. He looks Russian so he must be the Russian son. "Ah you must be the Russian's son. Misterrr...." Alex extended his arm and waited for the kid to introduce himself to Alex. And once after, Alex would then introduce himself. "I'm Alex Windhelms, the king of Indo-Asia, here to see my daughter off. Which should beeee....." Alex looked around to try and find her only to see she hasn't landed yet.

And just a few moments of looking around, Alex heard a crash and let out a sigh. "Right.... there...." Alex stated a with an un-pleased tone in his voice.

Anna's failed landing

"Alright Anna, You've got this. Just like the training." Anna said to herself still in the air, but little did she know that her high, which was now just a buzz, was playing with her field of vision since she wasn't experienced with gliding while high. And how she thought she was aiming for right next to her father, she was actually in route for someone really important. And she didn't know until a blur popped up right infront of her. But by the time she saw this blur it was too late to give a warning.

With a crash and a thud, Anna had found herself landed ontop of something much softer than concrete, much much softer. "Huh? This concrete is much softer than I'd have imagined." Anna then said casually until she sat up. She would rub her eyes and then look down. Her high was now completely gone and she recognizes just what happened.

"Oh my god, oh my god oh my god oh my god. Are you okay?" Anna asked worriedly as she got off of the girl and went to help her up, if the girl would let her.
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If Yumi would let Anna help her up, Anna would dust off the girl's formal attire as it seems the dress she was wearing wasn't too dirty since it was just on concrete. Anna would then start checking the girl for wounds and if she saw any smugges on her skin, Anna would lick her thumb and gently wipe off the smugges and in any wounds Anna would treat them. "I am so terribly sorry." Anna would apologize again.
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If Yumi would decide not to let Anna help her up, Anna would retract her hand and stand there nervously. "I am so so sorry. I didn't mean to drop right on top of you. I was actually aiming to land over there." Anna would then point to her father who was currently standing next to the Swiss Pres.
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To Anna's little knowledge she didn't know that the whole thing was just broadcasted to all of the Asian Coalition. Anna would remove her face mask and reveal her actual face. "Are you okay? Nothing broken?" Anna would then ask in a still worried tone. She would then look around and notice the girl she just drop on's body guards and a more aware look began to shown. "I truly didn't mean to do that. Please understand. I am terribly sorry." anna then stated. She wasn't exactly panicked over the body guards but she was aware and didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. She didn't want to get into a fight on the first day, or any day for that matter. Especially when she could possibly lose her head over an accident.

Meanwhile, 3 of the S.A.L.S. bodyguards were making their way over to make sure Anna was alright, nothing was going on, and to bring her over to her father safely, and hopefully not have to fight Yumi's bodyguards.

"Mmf." Yumi would say as she hit the ground. She had the wind knocked out of her for a moment. She flailed for a moment and spoke quickly in an incomprehensible mix of Mandarin Chinese, Korean, and English. When Anna finally got off, Yumi took her offeref hand and pulled herself up.

"It's fine. Accidents happen." She laughed a small bit. "That occurred in front of about 5 Billion people, by the way. Say hello to the entire population of Asia. This is on Live TV."

She had a small scrape on her chin and her forearm, her dress was covered in dust, and her hair had some grass in it. Otherwise she was fine. "Anyway, I'm Yumi Song-Park, from the Asian Coalition." She said, managing a small bow. She looked over to the guards. They hadn't drawn weapons yet, but one of the Council Guardsmen just stepped forward towards Yumi.
 
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"Well it is nice to meet you Vladimir Romanov. And please, the honor is mi-" King Alex was cut off as he watched the younger man run off towards the crash to help out his daughter and the Yumi. He then watched as the man who's supposed to marry his daughter just walk pass by with a smirk on his face, not bothering to help his daughter up. "That's the guy my daughter is supposed to be marrying? Oh boy." Alex stated with a sigh as he placed a hand to his forehead. "This will be interesting indeed." He then stated before turning his attention back to the Swiss Prez Greiner. "So friend, what activities do you have planed for these young men and woman?" He would ask.

Anna

"It is nice to meet you miss Yumi Song-Park." Anna said in a respectful tone as she held her hand out to Yumi for a hand shake. "I am princess Anna Windhelms." Anna then introduced herself and looked at the camera and waved to the people in Asia. And after introductions were made Anna looked over Yumi one last time, noticing a scratch on her chin and the dust on her cloths. Anna gently dust Yumi off before reaching into her bag. "Give me just one moment." She then stated as she then pulled out a clear and slim bandage strip and then placed it on Yumi's chin. The bandage stip would then take the same color as Yumi's skin tone and would look like there was nothing there at all, the way it sat flush on Yumi's skin. Anna stood infront of the camera and right next to Yumi so that the people of asia wouldn't notice Anna putting the bandage on her chin so that the only ones who would know Yumi was wearing the bandage would be Anna and Yumi, to everybody else Yumi would look absolutely normal and not wearing a bandage.

After all that Anna watched as her future husband walked pass by with a smirk. She smiled at him and waved even if he didn't notice it. Seeing that the man ignored her gesture and continued on his way Anna puffed one cheek and wanted to run up to him and make herself noticed until another man popped up next to them. "Oh hi." Anna then stated to the man with a smile and held her hand out to shake his hand aswell. "I'm princess Anna Windhelms, just incase you haven't heard me introduce myself to Yumi." Anna stated with a smile on her face.
 
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The Russian Drones had been remotely rebooted
and continued to broadcast live to Russian news stations.

Vladimir took her hand, this wasn't at all how he anticipated meeting the Princesses of Asia, as his father would refer to them.

His left leg trailed out behind him so he could gracefully bow low enough to respectfully kiss the princesses hand. She was, after all, about a foot shorter than him. (Should she pull her hand away, he would abruptly clear his throat and apologize.)

"I'm Vladimir Romanov, Grand Duke of Russia. I'm charmed, Princess Windhelms. Your decent was very daring in this weather, I am glad you are alright. And.. You too, Princess Song-Park." He would also extend his hand to greet Yumi with the same respect. (Should she let him, he'd also bow and kiss her hand.)

The rain continued to grow stronger. Vladimir quickly whipped out the present he had brought for Yumi. A state of the art Umbrella Drone. When he removed it from his pocket, it looked like a small white tube, the size of his thumb with a silver disc on one side. He placed his thumb on the disc and the drone unfolded Gracefully. A thin, almost translucent membrane connected by white rods hovered above him quietly, powered by a single propeller.

He smiled proudly and without a second thought, placed the disc on the back of Yumi's hand. The drone floated over her, blocking the rain. His gaze turned back to Princess Anna. Regardless of his impending connection to Yumi, he could not present a gift to one Lady and not another. His mother had raised him to be a gentleman.

He then pulled out his personal umbrella drone, it unfolded with a light blue membrane. He proceeded to hand the disc that controlled it to Anna. "I hope your highnesses will accept these gifts as a token of my good will. They are simple to control. Pressing the disc will turn it on or off, sliding your thumb on it will toggle the height at which it hovers. Oh, and in sunny weather, they turn dark to provide shade."

He smiled warmly, like an inventor watching his contraption work for the first time. "Please do me the honor of allowing me to escort you both inside, out of these elements." He extended his arms in hopes that his charms would be enough to convince them of his good intentions. More often than not, his archaic notions of Chivalry would be misinterpreted as creepy in this day and time by those uneducated in ancient history.

Then he paused, noticing the approach of the Pan American. Another face he had seen plenty of pictures of. Russia, after all their history would still happily take the Americas, should the opportunity present itself. But that was no reason they couldn't be amicable. He smiled and nodded in her direction as she drew closer.
 
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President Greiner sighed softly, watching the children come to his palace. This would definitely be an interesting time. As the Russians left in their grandeur, as he expected, he nodded to the prince, shaking his hand. "Of course, they are as welcome as you." He told the young man. "They will have their own rooms and be provided with the same luxuries." He turned to the South American boy, shaking his hand as well, greeting him. As the Asian girl arrived, he could only wonder how this was truly going to end up. "Of course, I know he would try to come if he could." He reassured Yumi. He watched the Indo-Asians drop in like little flying squirrels. As Alex approached, he gave him a smile. "Yes, it is good to see you friend." He watched as the two girls collided with each other, shaking his head slightly. This was becoming even more interesting.

He looked to Alex again, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "Well, I can say there will be good times and bad times, but they will never be in danger. Nothing too overly dramatic, I can at least assure." He told him, an almost wicked grin appearing on the older man's face. He enjoyed the thought of testing the will and resolve of these young men and women. "But, as I have said time and again, it will be interesting." He watched as most of the children moved ahead inside. "I suppose you should bid your daughter farewell Alex. We should bring them inside." The band had dissipated after the anthem had finished, and all that remained were what could only be described as butlers, who were awaiting their orders to attend their duties.
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Sigrún and her guards followed the butler to the room. While outside, she instructed two soldiers to scout the place, two others to stand guard at the door, and for the two large men who were in heavy suits to come with her into the room and to stay close. She still did not trust anyone here. As she moved inside, the butler already had her things arranged nicely. She had sent her luggage in advance so she wouldn't have to deal with it. With a quick look around the suite, she turned to the young man.

"Bring us to a... A rooftop. A patio. Sunroom. Balcony? Somewhere out, with chairs." She instructed, and he happily obliged. Her two knights followed her to a lovely balcony that was slightly removed from the entrance, where the rest were still greeting the president, but she could still watch them.

"Anything for you, Princess?" The man questioned, bowing slightly.

"A single glass of your finest Cabernet Sauvignon."

"Of course, princess." He once again bowed, and hurried off.

She sat down on one of the cushioned chaise lounge chairs, her guards still standing on either side of her, not moving. She grinned at them.

"Einar. Gunnar. Please stop being so stoic, you can sit and talk. You were so talkative with my father." The two began to stir, their stature immediately relaxing.

"Should you not be looking for your husband, prinsessa?" The one on the left asked, his voice slightly muffled. She laughed an airy laugh, shaking her head.

"This will be his first test. If he may find me, he may speak with me. If he does not, then we are to be finished."

The butler appeared with her wine on a silver tray. She took it, nodding appreciatively.

"Takk fyrir. Nothing else." She said, before he could ask if she needed anything. She sipped the wine, her lipstick coming off onto the glass. The butler, however, did not move.

"If I may, just as a reminder if you were already told, the President will be having a dinner tonight for you and the others. I must know, do you have any diet restrictions?" Sigrún looked at him like he had grown another head.

"I would not be who I am if I let food hurt me. No, I do not need to be treated in a special way." The butler nodded, bowed, and stepped away from her. The young woman smirked, seeing the rest of the group filing inside, while she just listened to the raindrops on the awning overhead, casually sipping her wine. This would indeed be an interesting time. She wasn't about to be wooed by just anyone. She kept her eyes on the Russian man, appreciating his appearance. She didn't mind if she was caught staring, if he even looked up at her. She hadn't had a good look at her true husband to be, but if nothing worked out, perhaps she already found someone else to sate her.
 
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The rain was beginning to taper off, as Carmen tapped his boots on the drier ground beneath a castle overhang. He'd left the president and his entourage behind by a fair distance already, and was now approaching the main entrance of the castle, where he could see a number of butlers standing in the great hall. Carmen stepped out from the shadow of the overhang, into the rain once again, when he was suddenly distracted by a glint from above. He peered up into the raindrops, taking notice of a small group on a balcony, positioned some meters above and offset from the main approach. His attention was held by the central figure; a person with bright blonde hair, wearing dark glasses and flanked by two armed guards. Though she wasn't looking at Carmen, he looked up at her for a short moment, wondering.

A raindrop fell into his eye, and Carmen moved onward with a small yelp. He covered the remaining distance to the great hall at a jogging pace, drying his boots on a designated mat before stepping inside. Carmen was immediately greeted by one of the numerous palace butlers, holding a steaming cup of tea and a towel for his hair. He thanked the butler, placing his satchel on the ground for a moment, and taking a sip before towelling off. "Mmm... that is a delicious brew. I wonder, could I ask for another cup of this same later tonight?" The butler acquiesced with a small nod, replying in a slight Swiss inflection to the words, "Of course, Sir Cotilla. A case will be sent up to your room after tonight's ceremonial banquet. May I show you there now?" Carmen nodded in return, smiling now as he followed the butler up a flight of stairs.

Walking down the upper-level corridors, they passed other butlers and a pair of guards before reaching the room assigned to the South American arrival. Carmen carried his bags inside and set them against a short bedside table, to be put away later that evening. He exhaled, stretched, then turned to speak with the butler again. "Well, that's me taken care of. I'd like to look around the palace for a while, if that's acceptable. And, if you happen to know, has the Nordic princesa made her arrival yet? I think I saw a lady on an upstairs balcony as I was coming inside." The butler paused for a moment in thought. "Yes, I did see her enter a short time ago. The lady Sigrún, I believe. Her room is also on this floor, though I am unsure whether she is inside at the present." Carmen pursed his lips, and glanced at his still-wet attire. "Perhaps some exploration would do me well."

A very short time later, bidding his butler 'Max' farewell for the time, Carmen set out on a jaunt around the palace's guest chambers. He'd changed into a slightly drier blazer and dress shoes, though this would not be his dress for the dinner later that evening. A strange sentiment spurred him to seek out the princess Sigrún. Was it haste, or worry...? Or, he laughed to himself, perhaps he was simply afraid. Afraid of the unknown. Soon enough, Carmen came across a door guarded by men in a different manner of dress than the Swiss butlers. He slowed his steps, hands slightly away from his sides to show that his approach was friendly. Was this the chamber of his supposed bride-to-be? There was only one way to find out.

"Greetings, gentlemen. My name is Carmelo Cotilla; I hail from Sudamerica. If I may inquire, who rests within that room you guard?"
 
Ruru grinned as she wandered through the crowd of leaders and fiancées gathered around the house. She gave a nod to Vladamir from Russia, keeping her amicable smile. Ruru was really here for the vacation and the party that the house would offer, rather than the actual marriage. Ruru was not entirely sure who she would be meeting. It seemed the Imperial States of Africa were not very amorous to most of the world. And now Ruru was supposed to marry him for politics.

Wandering past most of the talking people Ruru headed inside the house. There was no purpose grabbing other people and forcing them to converse when they were already having their own problems. Ruru just wandered on past and into the house.

"This place is fucking huge. I wonder where the booze is." Ruru mumbled, wandering into the front hall and down the main corridor. It didn't take her long to find a communal area that carried quite a few couches. Certainly enough to hold all the pairs in their own seats. The house was built for them all and was stocked to the brim. At this point Ruru was just looking for the booze to numb herself before she got anywhere near her new husband. Wandering out of the community area Ruru continued to gaze around the house, finding herself wandering right into the path of a strong and tall south African man. Half jumping out of her skin Ruru gazed the man up and down, slowly coming to the realization that this was the only person not outside at the moment, and mostlikely the one she was going to marry.

"Uhm, hi I guess." She said, swallowing her nerves and straightening herself out. She put on her signature grin and stuck out a hand. "I'm Cha'rissa Samson, but most people just call me Ruru."
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Yumi Song-Park

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Yumi took the offered umbrella drone, but handed her umbrella to Vladimir saying in Mandarin: "Nǐ yě xūyào yī bǎ sǎn. Wǒmen dàjiā xià yǔle ma?" (You need an umbrella too. It rains on all of us, does it not?) She laughed a tiny bit and smiled, taking his offered hand. "Thank you, sir."

The umbrella... wasn't the manliest. It was red and had floral designs and birds on it. It looked like something you'd see a woman carrying in a traditional Japanese painting or a film set in 1930's Shanghai. It was meant to go with Yumi's traditional arrival outfit as well as act as her umbrella for the entire time.

When they entered the palace, there was a beeping sound from Yumi's earpiece. "I'm sorry, I have to take this." She said in an apologetic tone. "I'll be right back."

She touched her ear and began speaking in Korean. "Ne, appa. naneun gwaenchanhseubnida. geunyeoneun geugeos-e daehae maeu jabi lobseubnida." (Yes, father. I'm fine, she was very gracious about it.) Obviously her father had called. "Gungjeon-eun maeu meosjida. geuligo moduneun jigeumkkaji chinjeolhaessda. Alright, sa-rang-hae, Appa." (The palace is very nice and everyone's been kind so far.)

She turned back to the group. "Again, I'm sorry about that. My father was concerned about me." She smiled.
 
(OOC: Don't really have the time to make this post all fancy. I'm terribly sorry.)

Alex and Anna

"You're right. I should." Alex replied to Greiner before giving him one last friendly bear hug. "Once again, it's been a pleasure to see the face of a friend." Alex then stated before walking over to his Daughter Anna. "It's time for me to head off now. I'd presume you'd stay out of-" He was cut off by Anna giving him a tight hug. "Yes dad. I'll be fine. You need to put a little more trust in me." Anna then replied which brought a smile to Alex's face who hugged her back. They both broke the embrace and Alex nodded before watching as their S.A.L.S. VLJP came to pick up Alex. Alex turned and faced his daughter one more time with a smile on his face. "See you soon." He said before walking over to the VLJP and getting in as it flew off.

Anna

After all that was taken care of Anna faced the group once again only to find that an arm had been extended to her and a hovering umbrella was hovering over her. Being a fan of chivalry in gentleman Anna didn't hesitate to take his arm into her own, making sure not to get too close to him though in respect to Yumi since this was her soon to be husband. "Such a kind gentleman you have here Yumi." Anna complimented with a smile on her face. Anna's S.A.L.S. body guards followed close behind to make sure nothing would happen to the Indo-Asian princess but at the same time not interfering with the group.

Once they were inside Anna turned and faced the group after letting go of Vladimir's arm. She then made a respectful bow to them. "It has been nice meeting you both but now I think it's time for me to split off and get used to this place which we all will now be staying." Anna then stated as she stood up strait once more. "Take care." And with that she was off on her own. Her S.A.L.S. guards still following her.

Eventually Anna had found her room and the guards had left her to find their own sleeping quarters. Anna walked around her room. It was somewhat like her room back home. Having being a victim of jet lag Anna decided to slip into her bed and turn on her tv which just so happened to be hung on the all, hovering over her bed. She would then notice a bong sitting on the floor next to the bed with a little baggy of kush, as if the staff here had already knew what was up. A smile and a slight chuckle grew on Anna's face as she shook her head but, being the person she is, picked up the bong and began smoking a few bong rips as she watched her tv.
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Interactions: Yumi & Anna & Carmelo Mentions: Sigrun
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Vladimir smiled kindly as the princess handed him her umbrella. She spoke words of which he had no understanding. Of course, she wouldn't know that. And he wasn't the sort to interrupt or correct people.
So he just nodded, figuring he would be keeping it for her until she wanted it back.
He stretched it out over his shoulder, letting it stop the rain from hitting his face.

As soon as Anna had taken his arm, he gave her a warm smile and began to escort them both inside.
He hadn't been counting, but he was sure everyone had arrived by now and was already indoors.
Except... For whomever was burning a hole through him with her penetrating stare.
Vladimir instinctively looked up and met her gaze. He knew immediately who she was.
The woman his mother had picked for him. Her eyes didn't retreat as he looked back at her.
Strong, confident and probably a wild spirit to tip her over the edge of order.
It made sense, why his mother would be fond of her. Aside from the strategic location of her nation.
She was very easy on the eyes. The corner of his mouth curled into a barely noticeable grin
as he looked to the doors before them. He enjoyed the light touch of the princesses hands on his forearms.
He would walk a relaxed pace.

Not long after they entered the Foyer, Anna said her good byes. Vladimir met her bow, "take care princess" he said as she left them. He turned to Yumi. "Well, I suppose it would make sense to change out of these wet garments before meeting everyone in the main room." He said with a light laugh as he took his fur hat off and tucked it underneath his arm.
"It's been a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess Song-Park. I hope to see you, along with everyone else shortly."
He nodded respectfully and took his leave down the same hall as Anna.

He had been given directions to his quarters long before landing and had time to memorize them.
Vladimir never much cared for an entourage or flock of stewards rushing him around.
A few rights and a left later, he came upon Carmelo and two personal guards.

"Ah, Sir Warrior Alpacas!" He stated with a big smile. "We meet again."
Vladimir looked the body guards by the door up and down. Before flipping his hat
from one arm to the other, just to see if they were jumpy. They weren't, of course. For some
reason, this guy brought out a funny energy in him. A sort of mischievous energy. No matter.
"I see you've already found your room and changed. I'm headed to mine right now for that same purpose."
He grabbed one side of his coat to give it a small shake as a hundred little water droplets hit the ground.
He walked a little closer to Carmelo and held his hand to the side of his face, with the back of it to the guards.
He lowered his voice, so only Carmelo could hear him. "You don't strike me as the sort that watches Asian news, but... You should definitely tune into a channel. There was... Emm..
A Collision outside of Princess Proportions. Definitely not worth missing."
He grinned, thinking about Indo Asia her unsuspecting victim.
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Pleasantly surprised by the arrival of 'Sir Double Eagle', Carmen half-turned to acknowledge and respond to him, though still awaiting an answer of the guards. "Indeed, you would do well to locate your chamber before you drown us both indoors." A half-raised eyebrow and a twinkling eye helped to convey the good-natured bantering tone. Vladimir came closer, and Carmen turned fully now, wondering what he had to say. Upon hearing the whispered message, he grinned widely. "Is that so? I will check later to see if a butler can bring me a recording. What a way for paths to cross!"

Half-turning back to the guards before the pair, Carmen recalled his original purpose for standing here. "Ah, my Russian friend, it seems these men's words do not come cheaply. Perhaps you can assist me; have you seen the daughter from the Nordic Confederacy yet? I am curious, and wish to meet her, if even for a short time before tonight's meal."
 
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