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Post by Vesnuovania on Aug 27, 2016 2:20:04 GMT -5
The Vesnuovanian delegation seemed to enjoy spending it's time taking in the marvelous architecture and design of the palace, having been obviously mesmerized by such beauty. The Prince enthusiastically exchanging words with the accompanying Vesnuovanian diplomat. The diplomat looked at the Prince with a scolding expression, nodding in a gesture toward the grouping of Cubonians and Prussios. The Prince was quick to offer an apologetic nod, and with a warming smile on his face he trodded over to the grouping with his princess still on his arm. Once they approached, they firstly nodded toward the Cubonian Emperor, greeting him with a 'hello' in Italian, before adding in, "Or as they say in this wonderful country, bonjour." the Prince offered his free hand for a handshake to the Emperor. "My father sends his apologies that he couldn't attend." The Cubonian stands, offering this man a warm smile out of proper rapport, "And it is a pleasure to have you here regardless! I hear your father has recently caught a bought of sickness, what ales the good man?" he asked in a friendly tone, his bright and sharp blue eyes not breaking eye contact with the man as he spoke. |
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Post by Cubonia on Aug 27, 2016 2:27:41 GMT -5
The Cubonian stands, offering this man a warm smile out of proper rapport, "And it is a pleasure to have you here regardless! I hear your father has recently caught a bought of sickness, what ales the good man?" he asked in a friendly tone, his bright and sharp blue eyes not breaking eye contact with the man as he spoke. The Emperor simply raised an eyebrow, a slight grin forming on his face as the Italian craftily deflected his question. "A pleasure to hear!" he responded as he brought up the womans hand, giving her a charming smile before kissing it softly. "Please do tell the good King that we send our regards, and stand together and strong against these nonsensical Western Aggression. Cubonia won't be allowing any sort of foreign aggression on good French soil anytime soon." |
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Post by prussio on Aug 27, 2016 2:29:11 GMT -5
"Do in Rome as the Romans they say", he replies to the Wennic smirking back at the hand. "A worthy advisor to a man such as Phillipe", he thought to himself searching the man's eyes for hints at what made the emotionless drone tick.
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Post by Vesnuovania on Aug 27, 2016 2:33:09 GMT -5
"Ah.." the Prince pursed his lips, "He'll recover, the medical men say. Mostly the stress of Corvusian aggression has been ailing him." he offered a polite smile to the Cubonian Emperor. "I'm sure you know all about the stresses which come with running a nation. Most great men do." he turned to his wife on his arm, introducing her to the Emperor. The Emperor simply raised an eyebrow, a slight grin forming on his face as the Italian craftily deflected his question. "A pleasure to hear!" he responded as he brought up the womans hand, giving her a charming smile before kissing it softly. "Please do tell the good King that we send our regards, and stand together and strong against these nonsensical Western Aggression. Cubonia won't be allowing any sort of foreign aggression on good French soil anytime soon."
He suddenly turned to Cronprinz Wilhelm, "Ah, hello!" he greeted enthusiastically, offering a hand out to the Prussio man. |
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Post by Cubonia on Aug 27, 2016 2:33:18 GMT -5
"Do in Rome as the Romans they say", he replies to the Wennic smirking back at the hand. "A worthy advisor to a man such as Phillipe", he thought to himself searching the man's eyes for hints at what made the emotionless drone tick. The Hand continued to stare at the Prussion for a while, finally speaking up. The mans voice was deep and hard as he said, "It seems we have come to a draw. Let us end this? I have matters to attend to." |
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Post by The Protecterate of Ag Wenn on Aug 27, 2016 2:33:58 GMT -5
"Do in Rome as the Romans they say", he replies to the Wennic smirking back at the hand. "A worthy advisor to a man such as Phillipe", he thought to himself searching the man's eyes for hints at what made the emotionless drone tick. "As long as the Romans stay in Rome." She quips. "Though you are absolutely correct. In Ag Wenn, I am the greatest military general that ever existed save for Boudicca herself. In Cubonia, I am but a fair maiden who has forgotten herself. Heh, it is almost romantic, the thought of being a pretty young thing on the stage of the nobles, just as the little bride-to-be." She smiles kindly and nods. "As today, I am a Cubonian woman, I must beg my leave." She attempts a kurtsy that just looks weird from a woman in full military dress. |
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Post by Vesnuovania on Aug 27, 2016 2:38:36 GMT -5
"Do in Rome as the Romans they say", he replies to the Wennic smirking back at the hand. "A worthy advisor to a man such as Phillipe", he thought to himself searching the man's eyes for hints at what made the emotionless drone tick. "As long as the Romans stay in Rome." She quips. "Though you are absolutely correct. In Ag Wenn, I am the greatest military general that ever existed save for Boudicca herself. In Cubonia, I am but a fair maiden who has forgotten herself. Heh, it is almost romantic, the thought of being a pretty young thing on the stage of the nobles, just as the little bride-to-be." She smiles kindly and nods. "As today, I am a Cubonian woman, I must beg my leave." She attempts a kurtsy that just looks weird from a woman in full military dress. |
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Post by prussio on Aug 27, 2016 2:44:51 GMT -5
The Prinz smiled back at the Hand for a moment before replying, "Of course, we both do." He then turns immediately towards the Prince taking his hand, "A pleasure Prince Giovenzio, how was your travel?"
"Perhaps not quite leave, as you say this is almost a romantical scene perhaps and perhaps you may teach me of your ways", the Prinz says flirtatiously as the woman curtsies.
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Post by Cubonia on Aug 27, 2016 2:45:13 GMT -5
The Emperor simply raised an eyebrow, a slight grin forming on his face as the Italian craftily deflected his question. "A pleasure to hear!" he responded as he brought up the womans hand, giving her a charming smile before kissing it softly. "Please do tell the good King that we send our regards, and stand together and strong against these nonsensical Western Aggression. Cubonia won't be allowing any sort of foreign aggression on good French soil anytime soon."
He suddenly turned to Cronprinz Wilhelm, "Ah, hello!" he greeted enthusiastically, offering a hand out to the Prussio man.Giving the diplomat a stern nod The Emperor turned to his right, introducing The Hand who gave the man a stern and unsmiling nod, and the Chief of Finance. The Chief of Finance gave the man a strained smile, his balding head beginning to form beads of sweat as his mind raced with all the new costs that would be discussed. "Please, take a seat." The Emperor spoke to the man, "No need for us to talk politics in discomfort" he continued, taking a seat with The Hand and Finance taking their seats quickly after. |
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Post by The Protecterate of Ag Wenn on Aug 27, 2016 2:47:27 GMT -5
The Prinz smiled back at the Hand for a moment before replying, "Of course, we both do." He then turns immediately towards the Prince taking his hand, "A pleasure Prince Giovenzio, how was your travel?" "Perhaps not quite leave, as you say this is almost a romantical scene perhaps and perhaps you may teach me of your ways", the Prinz says flirtatiously as the woman curtsies. "Oh, but of course not. I, a woman, would never lecture a man." She grins as the sarcastic sentence comes out. |
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Post by Vesnuovania on Aug 27, 2016 2:50:01 GMT -5
The Prinz smiled back at the Hand for a moment before replying, "Of course, we both do." He then turns immediately towards the Prince taking his hand, "A pleasure Prince Giovenzio, how was your travel?" "Perhaps not quite leave, as you say this is almost a romantical scene perhaps and perhaps you may teach me of your ways", the Prinz says flirtatiously as the woman curtsies.
Meanwhile, the diplomat graciously took his seat. "Thank you," his accent was thick, indicating he was from right in the heart of the Vesnuovanian capitol. Nevertheless, he cleared his throat, before speaking in practiced French. "I will make this simple, it's just something the King has asked me to pass on to you. You see, he's not taking the Corvusian trespass of international border lightly. Especially not.. against a French nation, he won't handle Germanic aggression against Romantic cousins."
He dismissed himself with a wave, "Forgive me. I'll get down to it."
"He wants to embargo the Corvusians, because despite the size of their imperial borders, they are not self-sustaining. They rely on trade and commerce as much as anyone else does, so that is why he is proposing this. He called the strategy a vice, because if we - Vesnuovania - can start a mass embargo on the Empire, we might be able to squeeze them into standing down, without military action."
He cleared his throat, "Of course, you need not agree to anything right now. It is something for you to think over, but the King has stressed that he would appreciate some sort of indication of your thoughts on this." |
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Post by Cubonia on Aug 27, 2016 3:00:09 GMT -5
The Prinz smiled back at the Hand for a moment before replying, "Of course, we both do." He then turns immediately towards the Prince taking his hand, "A pleasure Prince Giovenzio, how was your travel?" "Perhaps not quite leave, as you say this is almost a romantical scene perhaps and perhaps you may teach me of your ways", the Prinz says flirtatiously as the woman curtsies.
Meanwhile, the diplomat graciously took his seat. "Thank you," his accent was thick, indicating he was from right in the heart of the Vesnuovanian capitol. Nevertheless, he cleared his throat, before speaking in practiced French. "I will make this simple, it's just something the King has asked me to pass on to you. You see, he's not taking the Corvusian trespass of international border lightly. Especially not.. against a French nation, he won't handle Germanic aggression against Romantic cousins."
He dismissed himself with a wave, "Forgive me. I'll get down to it."
"He wants to embargo the Corvusians, because despite the size of their imperial borders, they are not self-sustaining. They rely on trade and commerce as much as anyone else does, so that is why he is proposing this. He called a vice, because if we - Vesnuovania - can start a mass embargo on the Empire, we might be able to squeeze them into standing down, without military action."
He cleared his throat, "Of course, you need not agree to anything right now. It is something for you to think over, but the King has stressed that he would appreciate some sort of indication of your thoughts on this."The Chief of Finance was soon sweating profusely, he turned and whispered hurriedly into the Emperors ear "My Lord surely you cannot be thinking of joining this, such a loss would of no doubt benefi-" to which The Emperor simply brought up his hand and replied, "Nonsense. As I have said before, no non French nation shall invade a brother nation by blood while the Cubonians can stop it." The Lord sighed, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping his brow with it. It was easy to tell in the shrewd mans eyes that he was no doubt clearly stressed as he realized the full loss of such revenue. The Emperor however simply grinned at the man, "Fret not, Plouffe, this will not last long." Quickly turning to the Hand he said, "Remind me to call a meeting among the Chief of War and our Generals. I wish to prepare troops." Turning back now to the Diplomat he replied firmly and stoically, "As I said, the Empire is strong and together. We are the guardian of the French World and will not let such a trespass happen. Cubonia is proud to join this embargo." |
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Post by The Protecterate of Ag Wenn on Aug 27, 2016 3:02:42 GMT -5
The Diplomat of Ag Wenn fucks off to her seat, slightly flustered by the rampant sexism, though still thoroughly enchanted with the fact that she's really in France.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 8:42:14 GMT -5
The King of Franquebec sends Prime Minister Émile Ollivier via railway to Bataille, Cubonia. He wears standard ceremonial clothing, donning a golden fleur-de-lis pin on his left, representing the kingdom. His absence for the early half of the wedding is attributed to discussions with the king over the handling of aggression. He seems tired, not paying much attention to the drivel of ceremony and tradition, but seems ready to discuss happenings with the Prussions and Italians.
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Post by The Protecterate of Ag Wenn on Aug 27, 2016 21:40:45 GMT -5
As the enchantment of being in Frankish territory began to wane, Guildmaster Erwanna found herself glowering disdainfully at those in the hall, joking and conspiring and pretending. Mostly, her distaste was borne of her impatience--she came to see a Cubonian wedding and goddamnit she won't leave without seeing one.
She found herself sitting pertly in her pew, surrounded by her guards, tapping her foot. As she saw the Emperor jovially exclaim in response to some dumb German's joke, she curses "Fwic!" under her breathe.
In her native language, she mutters, "I swear to the gods if this ceremony doesn't commence soon, I'm gonna drink all their wine and tell them I object when they ask if anyone's opposed to the marriage." One of her guards snicker, and is given a stern, genuinely angry look from Erwanna.
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