RP [Day 1] IRC YE 36

[CadetNewb]

Before the Helashio could reply however, Johnathan noticed what Rayntax was holding. "Is that...hand sanitizer?" he asked, pointing a finger at the little bottle as he caught the alien red handed. Even with diverse backgrounds and origins, certain things stayed the same, such as what chemicals usually killed things. Like bullets! Those were usually quite similar. Usually. In this case though, the antiseptic-like smell wafting off the drying liquid was unmistakable.

"You wouldn't be able to spare any, would you?" Johnathan asked curiously.

 

[Jimmy]

Central Conference Room

Koto bowed again as the Lorath representative sat down. That done, he indicated with a hand the benches behind Nibbi for her entourage to sit.

"I'll send her your thanks and your request, I hope she'll be available to meet you. Please forgive me, but I must go see my brother humanoids, they've taken the wrong seats. We wouldn't want the Azoreans to be supplied with whiskey on tap instead of water." he replied smiling at the request in good nature.

Taking his leave, he approached the three Nepleslians from across the room. He raised his hand in casual greeting as he approached rather than the traditional formal Yamataian bow.

"Forgive me, gent' men. I don't mean to infringe, but perhaps you'll find the next seats along to be more comfortable. Your drinks in particular were given special consideration. Single malt five year Raltean whiskey, I believe-"

Then he noticed who was sitting in those seats right then.

"Well, perhaps it won't matter too much..." he trailed off as the implications started to run in his head.

Even his weak voice was probably way too optimistic. Well, it wasn't like the Azoreans were on the cusp of war with anyone. What could possibly go wrong.

 

[Yoshi]

With a toothy grin He squirted a bit into his hand and then Rayntax handed the bottle over. "Can't be to careful nowadays can we?" He rubbed with webbed hands together. The whole envioment seemed light. Though that could change at any moment.

"So is there any formal order to things here or will they be just to start calling out their problems peicemeal?"

 

[Koenig808]

"Maybe I shouldn't have come to this meeting sober after all," he remarked to Charlie and Dom.

"Fuckin' nonsense, Izgimmer. We'll need at least one of us to be sober here. I hear they might have drinks, and what I heard about the past conferences? Well...one of us should be sober enough to carry everyone else out once talks break down and people are 'culturally enriching' each other with their fists." Coast took a seat right next to Igzimmer and reached a hand across him to the Azorean diplomat.

"Real sorry we couldn't get acquainted earlier. Name's Charlie Coast, Premier and all that good shit." For a man about to deal with issues pertaining to galactic peace, he was remarkably nonchalant about his title. "I hope we can get along in the coming futu-"

"Forgive me, gent' men. I don't mean to infringe, but perhaps you'll find the next seats along to be more comfortable. Your drinks in particular were given special consideration. Single malt five year Raltean whiskey, I believe-"

Coast's extended hand went from genuinely relaxed to more tense, now resembling a claw more than an outstretched gesture of friendship. "Mister Neko san," Coast blurted out in particularly bad Yamataian at Koto, "Does this mean that Sakana san has gotten our alcohol?" Despite his less than stellar Yamataian, he remained fairly composed despite the prospect of drinking only water for the duration of the meeting.

 

[Gunsight1]

A slight smile touched Asri's lips as she received the note from Rayntax. 'Do not worry, I do not intend to start an intergalactic incident on my first visit to an alien world' she sent in reply.

With that, the Commodore let herself have some time to observe the others, getting her first look at how all these strange alien people interacted with each other. It was interesting and a lot to take in. She took her humidifier mask off, taking a deep breath of the very dry air, her nose wrinkling a little at how much it lacked the scent of the sea, then put the mask back on, making sure her gills were properly covered again, then she made her way int the main conference room. She spotted her ambassador along with what had to be the Nepleslian one and casually walked over to them, pausing in front of them.

"Commodore Asri of the Azorean Naval Legion" She introduced herself, offering her webbed hand to Johnathan in the way she had been instructed that Nepleslians greeted people.

 

[Jimmy]

Koto couldn't help a smirk enter his lips at the well-meaning, but poorly worked Yamatai-go. It wasn't a cruel smile, just a hint at humor that refused to be suppressed.

"Please, let us just use Nepleslian." he said dropping the hand casually and turning to look at the desk over.

"Yes, the Azoreans now have the whiskey on tap, which had been reserved for you. However, I will have bottles delivered to your seats if you wish, or you may survive on your duty-free." Koto said in perfect Nepleslian, nodding towards the multitude of bags Jonathan was carrying.

"Your rum jacuzzi is still reserved for you if you're prepared to head to the right hotel room offered to you, instead of rushing for the first one." he said with a smile.

 

[Nashoba]

Kohaku smiled at Yuumi and with her teeth bared and her left palm turned upward, "You honor the Poku Saeruo Degonjo Premier by addressing us in Takav0nai. We appreciate this gesture, just as we appreciate the opportunity to come and participate in this conference. While here my name is not important, I am here solely as the Vonai-Rya'ka, and all that I do and say shall be in that capacity. " she said with a soft smile.

After a moment's pause, "You already know our Poku-Rya'ta from our initial meetings." She said gesturing to Tesgi who bowed in response. Gesturing to her right she said, "This is our Poku Wotanu'ka, Defender of the Clan Legos Legos Miaurm." Legos brought both arms up and crossed them against his chest and performed a slight bow. "It is an honor, to meet you." he said as he straightened up.

Adjusting the hood of her cloak so that it framed her face, "We realize that you have many duties to attend to. If you wish Premier, Ketsurui Kotori-sar can shows us into the room to free you to meet with others. Perhaps at a later time we can meet socially." she said with a slight nod of her head.

 

[Doshii Jun]

Center Compound, Entrance

Yuumi offered the Ambassador a warm smile and a deep Yamataian bow, a greeting to which he was accustomed. It was good to see him healed and whole. Too few friendly faces these days.

"Poku Wotanu'ka," Yuumi said, and offered her own bow. "Thank you for your protection this day. Our conference is safer for it."

Rain threatened closer still, enough to stir the warm air from the north through the trees toward Kyoto. Yuumi congratulated herself for dispatching with the overly formal kimono, but now wished she'd opted for a cloak like the Vonai-Rya'ka's. Or at least a jacket. She made a note to request one.

"My greatest duty right now is to escort Yamatai's pōkū-wūmī to their seats, and ensure your comfort. However," she said, glancing at Ahrim with a little wink, "I'd be honored if the High Guardian would walk with me, and enlighten us about the images of the Commonwealth when they appear, much as I hope you will when images of the Poku Saeruo Degonjo."

"Follow us," Yuumi sent to Kotori. "Maintain a position near the Defender. You did great, Kotori."

 

[Nashoba]

Compound, Entrance

"I would be more than willing to enlighten you when the images appear." Kohaku said and moved a single step and waited for Yummi to move. However at that single step her entourage shifted. Tesgi and Legos each took a half step sideways to close the gap between them. The entourage did likewise, only the security contingent maintained their positions although each with a flick of wrist secured their swords in their sheaths with a leather strap. The warriors on the right of Kohaku had their right arm up and across their chest, while those on the left used the left arm.

 

[Fred]

If Yuumi's praise did anything for Kotori, the younger Ketsurui noble did not let it show, instead putting on the impassive mask most Ketsurui Samurai cultivated.

She smoothly edged around as the Hidden Sun's delegation shifted around, making it so that she could trail after the Defender. Her attention, though, was turned outside as she looked over her shoulder and failed to see anyone else coming.

"I believe you would have a greater use for me here, Yuumi-sama," she mentally replied. "The Gartagen Union's delegation has yet to arrive."

 

[Abwehran Commander]

Malwine's response to the pinch of a soft giggle of surprise as she glanced after Koto with a knowing smile before temporarily seating herself with the Abwehran Delegation. The rest of the Abwehran delegation seemed to ignore or be oblivious to the action. Gerhard was busy sipping his water and reading up on his agenda for the Conference. Klara was busy connecting to the Minister's touch-computer through secure wireless channels in order to assist him quietly when needed. Meanwhile, the Oberbootsman continued her survey of the room.

Overall, the Abwehran delegation seemed ready to get down to business. Now it was just a matter of waiting for everyone to arrive.

 

[Wes]

Outside the conference room, Star Army personnel and some Ketsurui samurai erected some display tables on either side of the entry doors, showcasing some opportunities for the guests.

"Meet the Empress of Yamatai" the first one said, offering daily tours to the Empress Palace in the heart of Kyoto, where the representatives could meet with the Empress herself in the comfort and splendor of the heart of Yamataian power. Transportation was provided by limousine from Reikan Park, with open feasts every two hours.

Over at the military table, the international guests were offered day-trips to planet Nataria, where they would be welcomed by a fleet admiral or Ketsurui Yui herself, and taken on a tour of Yamatai's vast Nekovalkyrja cloning operations, logistics depots, training bases, starships, and the Star Army Museum and informed of the Star Army's history, mission, and current issues facing it today. Travel would be provided by Star Army warships and food was provided free of charge. It was a rare chance to see inside the monolithic military at the center of so much politics.

(OOC: These are available as side RPs)

 

[Doshii Jun]

"They still haven't arrived on grounds?" Yuumi sent, walking along too with Kohaku and Ahrim on her arm. "Double-check with traffic control; their ambassador might have gone off-planet in the past couple days. Stick with Legos in the meantime. Let him chat with you."

Yuumi then frowned as she watched the Samurai and Star Army personnel set up the tables right outside of the conference room.

"Scratch that. Politely disengage and get those tables moved to the outer halls. Wait until we're inside. Do not take no for an answer and kindly remind them of their severe lack of authority if need be. Consider yourself deputized, Assistant Deputy Premier Ketsurui Kotori."

 

[Fred]

Kotori closed her eyes and released the barest of sighs before she slowed to a stop, bowed politely to the delegates as they distanced themselves from her.

Standing back straight, she observed the people staffing the table, identifying whom was in charge, though she would make no immediate move as long as Yuumi's guests had not entered the conference room.

 

[Wes]

The table from the imperial court was staffed by two of the Empress' samurai and one of the Empress' handmaidens, a freckled elf with royal green eyes, almond-shaped ears, and thick braids of the boldest red hair and dressed in a silk kimono with a ornate purple and metallic gold threads in the pattern of bellflowers. She was talking to a Patrician in purple robes from the Elysian Suzerainty.

Across the way was one Taii Nishimura, a Nekovalkyrja yeoman who served as personal assistant to Taisho Yui, wearing the white-paneled duty uniform with a special yeoman cord on one epaluette, plus two teal-skinned Nekovalkyrja twin sisters who were showing off military gear to anyone who appeared curious. Already a Phodian diplomat was dissecting a Star Army military ration while one of the nekos explained that it was only eaten when not kitchen food was available.

 

[Soresu]

Ahrim could only maintain his serene smile as stress, very light irritation and other emotions seemed to begin filling the air around him. Patting Yuumi's hand, he leaned down with a murmured: 'Already?' he asked, glancing back toward where Kotori seemed to shift gears. Now observing those running the odd tables within the halls. Offering a companionable squeeze of the Premier's hand, the High Guardian gave a small nod of respect toward the Princess and whatever assigned work Yuumi had delegated to her.

Turning his attention Kohaku and the other members of the delegation he took on a more friendly air. "Emissary? If I may make a simple request? I would be fascinated to learn of your people's culture. Particularly how the Lady Premier greeted you. Is this a formal greeting amongst your people?"

 

[CadetNewb]

"Oh yeah, there's a bit of order to it - Yuumi likes to tackle things one at a time in a nice, neat manner," the Nepleslian Senator replied. Popping the lid open and preparing to sanitize his hands, he was only paying half attention to Coast and the Yamataian...aid? Assistant? Man-Secretary? Whatever he was. The thought of Nekovalkyrja reading dirty magazines of Man-Secretaries like him though, crossed the Senator's mind, which he banished as hard as he could by focusing on the Azorean instead. "Sad thing is that all the hard work she puts into it usually falls apart. Not really her fault though," he added matter-of-factly, never losing a beat to his pleasant disposition. "On the other hand, it's only been a few times she's done this. Maybe we'll have a bit more luck this time around, but if that were the case, I think I'd be bored."

Looking back at Coast, he tried to smooth over the minor bump before the Man-Secretary got a cap or two. "It's no big deal Coast, we can just swap drinks with our Azorean buddies here - it's good for small talk, that's for sure." Before he could go back to the serious matter of conducting abnormally cruel and unethical chemical warfare on every single living organism outside of the protective wall of his skin - like a castle's lord pouring oil on the barbarians at the gate or a small despotic country gas-shelling undesirables beyond the border - however, someone else greeted him. 'Wow. There's a lot of people here!' he initially thought before fully taking in the woman.

He had to admit, it was a little awkward, holding alien hand sanitizer in one hand, and reaching out to return yet another handshake with the other. His mind immediately thought, 'Hey, it's an actual Mermaid!', restoring his SAN levels. "Great to meet you. Senator Johnathan Izgimmer by the way," the man replied to her, snapping the sanitizer's lid closed without using it. In hindsight, who knew what they put into their own stuff? It was likely better to just wipe on the seat when nobody was looking. "I hope this hasn't been overwhelming for you - we haven't even gotten started," the Senator broadly smiled. Before he said anything more though, a few thoughts crossed his mind as his attention was briefly taken up by the assembly of tables outside. Thinking about her first though, it just reinforced to Johnathan that reality just wasn't as good as fantasy.

With a smile like her's, there was a good chance of not coming back with Jimmy. It wasn't good for the mind's integrity to think about that, so he focused on the offer the tables were making.

"Huh. Would you look at that," he remarked, pointing with one hand and putting the bottle of hand sanitizer on the Azorean table with the other. "Either they're trying to get better PR, or we might just have to come to those two, instead of them coming to us in this meeting," Johnathan observed, referring to Himiko and Yui. "I was really hoping to see one or both of them here," he went on, sounding let down.

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SAN: +1
SAN: -2

 

[DocTomoe]

There was certainly a substantial hustle and bustle to the seating process, as the still rather-rattled Snider found his way to the seat near Nibbi, and as he took his seat, he was quick to begin checking the computer console which the embassy had ordered installed. It was a simple check process, using electron entanglement, encryption checks, and lag-time analysis. Certainly, he had no intention of using a network interface to anything truly sensitive from a Yamataian installation, however, it did at least provide a communications channel if it was absolutely needed. His work was so intensive, he actually heard Johnathan, but did not have the presence of mind to respond until he was done, and when he was done, it was just in time to hear Johnathan's let-down tone. Clearly, the Helashio was a tad limited by his own neurology in regard to his multi-tasking abilities.

"Senator, right? Bet you'd just prefer to go by Johnathan." Snider spoke, as he looked to the Nepleslian, and took his hand, delivering a firm, three pumped shake, before releasing the senator's hand. "Yeah, I'm a bit rattled after that run in, but who would not be, that was one huge fucker." Snider said quite honestly, as he seemingly caught up on all the things that were going on while he was focused on his previous work. "You know." Snider started, as he also looked to some of the other Nepleslians; "Our delegation has made sure to have a substantial quantity of our wines and distilled spirits made available for consumption. Between us, you, and the Azoreans, we could have our own cultural exchange in place." Snider spoke, his tone just as casual as the Nepleslians, yet, not nearly as cool, if anything, he did seem slightly awkward, but of course, it was still a matter of trying to get along with another species.

As Snider spoke to the Nepleslians, his tail snuck out, and wrapped about Nibbi's bare ankle as he let a thought to the surface of his mind; "What in the name of your Goddess should we aim to do right now? You're the expert. Also, did you notice? That jerk that sat us, he made a fuss about your wings, but what about my tail? No one considers our tails, ever."

 

[Nashoba]

Kohakur turned towards Ahrim she took a moment to get used to the Iromakuanhe features. "High Guardian, the greeting you saw is a formal one among the Poku Saeruo Degonjo. It is the physical aspects of the greeting that have the most significance. The traditional wording is 'Ti ovute tavigoi odnje'jo fokar panai no.' which translates to 'I stand with teeth bared and arms wide.' It means that the person is affirming that they are meeting with you with honest intention. Arms wide is a show that you have no weapons on you. Teeth bared is I am showing my fangs, so nothing is hiding my words.

We most often use the gesture and expression at the start of a significant meeting, such as the forming of an alliance, between Houses, or factions. Although it can be used also in our courts as an assurance of trustworthiness. An individual who is found to have dealt or spoken false after using the gesture and words usually is punished harshly. "

She paused for a moment then spoke again, "So is there a traditional greeting among the Iromakuanhe?"

 

[BionicSamurai]

Washran looked around as he entered the building and the inner court with the others: Sons of Kyris, Children of Veminas, the ubiquitous Daughters of Uriala, and many other Children of Eiji. He nodded to the greeting the premier gave, though he was slightly conflicted about how to take her kindness. The announcement of humidified seats, however, made him a very happy man and felt that his joints were starting to need it.

Seeing the others in his delegation chose to speak to the Nepleslians, the Elder wondered if it might be better for him to engage someone from the other groups. He noted that the Gartegans had not arrived and moved on to see whom else would be good to bother. The Yamataian delegates seemed busy with orchestration, while the furred, shadowfang looking beings seemed to be talking to others who looked like Nepleslians or Yamataians, but may not be.

Then he saw that the ones with wings and a delegation with someone who had four arms. Both groups interested Washran, however the time was ticking and thus would only have time to speak to one. In the end, he moved to talk to the Abwehrans, feet wetly slapping against the floor whilst leaving puddles in his wake.

"You look different," the old Azorean commented in Trade to the four armed man becoming his own sober interest in entirety, "What manner of being are you?"