Captain Enema Posted March 29, 2011 Report Share Posted March 29, 2011 By now Denard has hit that stage of drunk that can only be described as jovial. Dellion is a bit farther along, he's using the table to support himself as he listens to Bob regal some ambassador who doesn't appear to be listening to him with a story involving three prostitutes and a hand grenade. "So then she put the grenade between her legs and duck walked to the door with a knife in her teeth," Denard concludes. "Last time you said she had a .45 between her legs," Dellion comments as he teases Bob. "Don't you be getting all involved in this Dellion, or I'm going to invoke Legion Rules and Regulation for the deportment of senior officers at social events involving a roast pig," Denard comments as he looks around to find that now vanished ambassador. "Well, only one thing to do Bob," Dellion says. "Yep, butt darts time," Denard says as he staggers to his feet and makes his way towards the front of the room. "Uhh Bob, I was thinking more of having something to eat," Dellion says as he struggles to catch up with Denard. "Your nibs, my name is Mad Dob Bob Denard and I say we kick this party off with some fun and games," Bob shouts into a convient microphone. "Excuse me everyone, he's normally much more well behaved in his cage," Dellion says as he grabs Denard by the arm. "Now Dellion, let's at least invite these fine looking women, who I hope many are single, and their male escorts who I hope don't mind me taking home their women for a night of loving a chance to participate in one of the African Legion's finest social traditions!" Bob shouts. "Oh dear god," Dellion mutters as he slumps to the side of the stage and sits on the edge of it and covers his ears. "Yes boys and girls, we are gonna party like no tomorrow, and kick this gig off with a right proper game of butt darts!" Bob shouts into the microphone as he goes on to describe how a beer glass is placed on the ground and people pass over it one by one clenching a coin in their butt cheeks and try to drop it into the glass. The first person who scores a hole in one so to speak gets to keep all the money. Further, extra prizes for the people who drop their pants to play, versus the prudes who keep their pants on. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Executive Minister Posted March 29, 2011 Author Report Share Posted March 29, 2011 [quote name='Tidy Bowl Man' timestamp='1301404103' post='2679906'] Butt darts. [/quote] A number of more naive (and uninformed) servers and attendants would flock towards Denard and Dellion. These women - under orders to deign to whatever requests foreign Legates would have within reason, mistake Denard's announcement for an innocent game of lawn darts. The Royal guards within the grounds smirk from beneath their helms - the reformed Nodic militants aware of the reputation the 'Mad Dog' had garnered over the years. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Enema Posted March 29, 2011 Report Share Posted March 29, 2011 "Well hello ladies, yall can come to my hotel room later if you want to play a different game, but for right now I need a beer glass, a whisky, and a hand full of quarters," Denard says to his newly arrived female companions. He then motions to the assembled diplomats and says, "Yall this is yo' chance to get the stick out of your hind end and stuff something more valuable up it rather than the smoke people blow up it on a regular basis when they tell you how special of a boy you are." Dellion just sort of groans and wishes he had died about two weeks ago when he pondered suicide after his wife made him go shopping at a going out of business sale for shoes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lynneth Posted March 29, 2011 Report Share Posted March 29, 2011 [quote name='Executive Minister' timestamp='1301401646' post='2679890'] Letting a kind hearted chuckle escape her lips, Princess Rhianne placed a hand to her mouth. With her eyes still crinkled in a smile, she answered. [i]"My, what a cheeky sounding name! I must admit that I would not be set against such a clever acronym!"[/i] [/quote] "Clever? Forgive me, but rarely have I heard of a less inspired name for a treaty." Had he been less polite, Ranil would've called it what it was: Dumb. However, making things seem prettier than they were was his job. Unfortunately. "Anyways. I propose a more conventional name, such as 'The Addis Ababa Accord'?" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Executive Minister Posted March 29, 2011 Author Report Share Posted March 29, 2011 [quote name='Lynneth' timestamp='1301405864' post='2679916'] "Clever? Forgive me, but rarely have I heard of a less inspired name for a treaty." Had he been less polite, Ranil would've called it what it was: Dumb. However, making things seem prettier than they were was his job. Unfortunately. "Anyways. I propose a more conventional name, such as 'The Addis Ababa Accord'?" [/quote] The mention of the destroyed Nodic capital brought Rhianne suddenly out of her mirthful mood. How could she find time for small and idle 'jokes', even in this small instant, was beyond her. Making a mental note to scold herself, she responded. [i]"The Addis Ababa Accord would be a suitable name for this Treaty, I gather. Such a reference would remind all of us of the unrealized tragedies we wish to curb with this pact."[/i] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpacingOutMan Posted March 29, 2011 Report Share Posted March 29, 2011 (edited) -Null- Edited March 29, 2011 by SpacingOutMan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Executive Minister Posted March 29, 2011 Author Report Share Posted March 29, 2011 (edited) [quote name='SpacingOutMan' timestamp='1301439012' post='2680199'] Interrupting the discourse, the New Cadian diplomat interjected, [i]"To curb the tragedies of the past from repeating themselves... mmm, something about that doesn't sit right with me. Perhaps I feel out of place because I, along with a select group of New Cadians, fought in the First East African War as loaned mercenaries. I, among many, contributed, in part, to the periodic destruction of Addis Abba by participating in the first war. Ideally, I would agree that tragedies such as the loss of Addis Abba should be avoided at all costs, but what this proposed document does [b]not[/b] discuss is preventing each signatory from partaking in such actions themselves. Call us cynical but as an observer in the very least, there is a lot left wanting in a treaty such as this; instead of writing a run-of-the-mill treaty, why not purposely include a statement of purpose, an objective, or even clear-set goals? Perhaps we live in a world of generalities and ambiguities, but in order to act in an united front effectively and efficiently, specifics are not always too much."[/i] [/quote] OOC: SOM, if you had read the preceding posts, the Princess, Cochin's Legate and Lynneth's Legate are in the Conservatory, somewhere apart from the rest of the mingling 'party' in the gardens/foyer. I've set it up this way so that you people can each have your turn with her in private if you need something before the actual coronation ceremony (that did not come out like I'd hope it would), or simply mingle with those who are still out in the grounds. Saying this, feel free to do the same as them(Lynneth and Cochin), or mingle, mingle mingle!! EDIT: Not to say I might god mod and use your diplomat's suggestions, Edited March 29, 2011 by Executive Minister Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpacingOutMan Posted March 29, 2011 Report Share Posted March 29, 2011 [quote name='Executive Minister' timestamp='1301439554' post='2680206'] OOC: SOM, if you had read the preceding posts, the Princess, Cochin's Legate and Lynneth's Legate are in the Conservatory, somewhere apart from the rest of the mingling 'party' in the gardens/foyer. I've set it up this way so that you people can each have your turn with her in private if you need something before the actual coronation ceremony (that did not come out like I'd hope it would), or simply mingle with those who are still out in the grounds. Saying this, feel free to do the same as them(Lynneth and Cochin), or mingle, mingle mingle!! [/quote] OOC: Herp. Edited out my post. My b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lynneth Posted April 4, 2011 Report Share Posted April 4, 2011 "Well, with that decided..." [quote][center][b][size="5"]The Addis Ababa Accord[/size][/b] [u][b]Preamble:[/b][/u] We, the sovereign nations of the Kingdom of Cochin (Cochin), Principality of Aeon (Aeon) and the Democratic Socialist Republic of Sri Lanka (Sri Lanka), in order to form a stable organization, ensure peace and security, and extend a sphere of peace and prosperity among the nations of Cochin, Aeon and Sri Lanka, do hereby establish this mutual treaty of military and political cooperation. [u][b]Article I:[/b] Sovereignty[/u] Each of the nations bearing a signature on this treaty hereby declares that they will uphold the values and honor of said signatories' sovereignty. They agree not to invade, interfere in internal affairs, or oppress the other signatory that partakes in this treaty. [u][b]Article II:[/b] Non-Aggression and Intelligence[/u] None of the undersigned shall engage in hostile acts against the other. Hostile acts are defined as actions which have the intention to harm the other nation. In the event such acts happen, the nation at fault is expected to pay equal reparations, if requested. If any nation has or acquires intelligence about a threat to another signatory, it is their duty to inform them. Sharing intelligence about happenings in each nation's respective regions of the Indian Ocean is highly encouraged. [u][b]Article III:[/b] Mutual Defense[/u] In the event either nation falls under attack, the other nation is required to come to its defence and declare war on the nation that attacked it. A war on one nation is effectively considered a war upon the other [u][b]Article IV:[/b] Optional Aggression[/u] No signatory country is obliged to partake in assistance in offensive wars, all military or monetary support is strictly to be decided by each sovereign nation, yet both are encouraged to support each other when needed. [u][b]Article V:[/b] Economic[/u] All nations endeavor to reduce or eliminate tariffs, and pledge to increase trade between signatories. [u][b]Article VI:[/b] Cancellation[/u] In the event this treaty cannot last, and one nation does not see fit to continue it, that party may enact a cancellation period. This period will last for 72 hours, during which the treaty is fully active until the 72 hours are up, then this treaty shall be rendered as void between it and the others. [/center][/quote] "Signed by Sri Lanka, obviously." [b]Signed for the Republic of Sri Lanka,[/b] [i]Mahinda Rajapaksa[/i], President [i]Ranil Wickremesinghe[/i], Prime Minister Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
king of cochin Posted April 4, 2011 Report Share Posted April 4, 2011 "I am honored to sign this on behalf of the King of Cochin," Gen. Mahesh Varma said before placing the plenipotentiary signature and the seal of the King. [quote]Sd, His Highness Kerala Varma, The King of Cochin[/quote] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Executive Minister Posted April 4, 2011 Author Report Share Posted April 4, 2011 (edited) [i]"Never again shall the East African people be alone, isolated. With this signature, I seek to end the xenophobic and isolationist ways of the past - ushering a new age of mutual peace and prosperity." [/i] [quote][i] [b]Princess Rhianne Lucretia Sidamo[/b], Reigning Sovereign of House Sidamo, for the Principality of Aeon[/i][/quote] Meanwhile... The large throng of waitresses and attendants crowded around an indeterminate object. All were silent in an apprehensive, intent gaze. As she straddled the cup placed reverently in the middle of the clearing, the tension was palpable. It was only with a tiny *clink* that the silence was broken - turned into a raucous burst of laughter and applause. A number of the women jumped, clapping with joy, while the other guards merely elbowed each other, nodding in approval at the woman's skill. In the midst of all of them? Dellion and Denard. Edited April 4, 2011 by Executive Minister Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Enema Posted April 4, 2011 Report Share Posted April 4, 2011 "Gentlemen and more importantly, all you fine looking women, this fine victory at the noblest of past-times calls for tequila. Lots and lots and lots and lots of tequila. I doubt it is going to do much for my aim, but what the hell, one can only do their best!" shouts Denard as he starts rounding people up for a few well earned tequila shots. Dellion is in the background wondering if he's going to have to commit ritual suicide when his wife finds out of what is happening at a diplomatic function. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sir Keshav IV Posted April 4, 2011 Report Share Posted April 4, 2011 (edited) The Prince of Monaco stood in a corner watching these men wanting to get drunk. The Prince decided against drinking in this ceremony, he was waiting for the function to begin. Instead of drinking with what could be mad men the Prince took out some of the apple juice he carried everywhere and took a sip. OOC: This makes it three lines Edited April 4, 2011 by Sir Keshav IV Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Enema Posted April 5, 2011 Report Share Posted April 5, 2011 (edited) Dellion tilts back his shot glass and through a haze of tequila and fear of his impending death at the hands of his wife he notices the lovely, ever so lovely princess standing off on her lonesome. He says to himself, "I'm already into it neck deep, might as well go right to the short hairs and see this right to hell and back." "That's what I'm saying brother! Let's set the place on fire!" Bob says excitedly. "Not that you idiot," Dellion replies as he motions towards an astonishingly fine looking specimen of womanhood. "OH my dear god, I'm in love," Bob says as he pulls out his aviator shades. "Oh god, not this," Dellion says. "Yes brothers, this. It is our time. Right here and right now, it is our time!" Bob says as he takes down another shot of tequila. "I was just going to admire the view, but jesus man you are taking this to the entire next level of insane," Dellion argues with Bob. "Bro, sometimes a man has to to do what a man has to do. I see in that little filly a spirit that needs to be ridden hard, broken, and put away wet," Bob expounds to Dellion. "Jesus Christ Bob, you said that about the waitress at the diner we ate lunch at yesterday." "Well this time I surely do mean it," Bob slurs slightly as a touch of a Southern United States drawl enters his voice. "Right then Bob, if you insist," Dellion says as he pulls out his aviator shades and puts them on his face. "I got this #@#$ bro!" Bob exclaims as he scurries over to the band and takes the band leader into a brief but silent conference. Dellion looks over at the young lady cleaning the bar and says, "You may want to notify security that either a shooting war is going to be declared or Bob is gonna need a guest room for the night." "Oh don't worry sir, we were warned about you guys," the young lady says. "Anything good?" Dellion asks. "Well, you know how it is," the girl says hesitantly. "Sadly, all too well," Dellion replies as the lights to the ballroom suddenly dim and a floodlight is panned on the Denard. "That's my cue darling, if I get shot tell my wife I love her to death, but daddy got killed in the worst place on earth, a god damn diplomatic function." "Oh sir, you do be careful, that Bob of yours at least is a good tipper, the rest of these folks sure are bunch of tightfists," the girl says. "I'll pass it along," Dellion says as he joins Bob up on the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen," Bob says as the band warms up with the sounds of a familiar tune. "I'm proud to stand here, in this here drunken state before such a dignified audience as yourself. I'm proud to stand here with my fellow Legionaire Ol' Dellion. But more so, I'm proud to bring you a song. A song about love," Bob says as the opening chords to Mel Carter's, Hold Me start to fill the ballroom in earnest. The spotlight moves across the floor as Bob glides and stumbles a bit. He works his way across the ballroom as he signs Mel's famous song. Dellion backs him up and the two trim dapper figures in their civilian suits and aviator shades belt out the tune in a fairly respectable fashion. As Bob finally glides up to the target of his affection and he comes to one knee as the song comes to an end. He looks up at her and removes his shades and says, "Darling, would you do me the honor of having just one dance with this washed up broke @#$# infantry bum that you see before your lovely eyes?" Dellion whispers to Bob in a falsetto and says, "Bob, ask her to do the hokey pokey!" Denard whispers back, "Dude, shut up." ooc: Hold me, hold me Never let me go until you've Told me, told me, what I want to know And then just hold me, hold me.. Make me tell you I'm in love with you... Thrill me, thrill me Walk me down the lane Where shadows will be, will be Hiding others just the same as We'll be, we'll be When you make me tell you I love you.. They told me be sensible with your new love Don't be fooled thinking this is the last you'll find But they never stood in the dark with you love When you take me in your arms And drive me slowly out of my mind... Kiss me, Kiss me And when you do I know that you will Miss me, miss me, If we ever say ado So kiss me, kiss me.. Make me tell you I'm in love with you... hahahah top that EM. Edited April 5, 2011 by Tidy Bowl Man Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Executive Minister Posted April 7, 2011 Author Report Share Posted April 7, 2011 [quote name='Tidy Bowl Man' timestamp='1302006178' post='2684604'] hahahah top that EM. [/quote] OOC: No, I don't think I CAN top that... the only way I can come close, however, is by actually having her accept. IC: Of course, the Princess was NOT all by her lonesome when the besotted (in both ways) Denard laid his now bloodshot and watery eyes on her. Even the most archaic of Victorian dancing etiquette demands that a Lady never be allowed to cross a Ballroom by herself - why would this now ancient courtesy be lost amongst the dignified individuals present at the gathering? Accompanied by the Sri Lankan and Cochin legates who were still wrapped up in the air of a newly signed Treaty, a number of Royal Guard and Attendants including Deaconess Toth as well as the ever austere Avatar Marxon, the Princess' head still swam with a sense of accomplishment and delight. Her first, and more importantly, most monumental diplomatic encounter had been a resounding success. She did not notice the gesturing Denard, who- regardless of whether or not he intended to be discreet or boisterous about his musings on the Princess' beauty- was immediately picked up by Marxon. The man scowled, grumbling under his breath as he consciously placed his large form between the distant images of the two drunk men's forms and the Princess. He watched Denard place his aviators on his face, causing him to growl more and silently motion to two guards who had strode over to walk next to their Master. The group had just exited the Conservatory, where they had hoped to discreetly cross the grounds, enter the foyer and bide the diminishing time before the formal Coronation Ceremony took place. At least, that was the plan until the lights dimmed. This change in the strict agenda appropriated for the event alarmed a number of the guards not aware of Denard's antics - causing them to stride away from their positions of rest against the walls, standing apprehensively and cradling weapons. It was only after they were waved away by those guards nearest to Denard did they stop, merely leaning against walls, watching as the intoxicated Denard made his speech, sang his song and stumbled on over to the delegation. The Princess was caught off guard. Her smiling lips were frozen mid-step, changing to an opened mouthed expression of surprised and genuine amusement. She giggled in her hand as she looked to her left - both Toth and Marxon had their mouths agape at the rather audacious move, but they would be far from finished expressing their indignant furor. On bended knee, Denard did speak, [quote]"Darling, would you do me the honor of having just one dance with this washed up broke @#$# infantry bum that you see before your lovely eyes?"[/quote] which caused their eyes to widen further. Even Marxon, who was just about to order Denard removed by force from the gathering, stood speechless. Suddenly and interrupting the silence that had now filled the party, Rhianne clapped her gloved hands together, smiling widely as if she was not aware of the grave trespass that had just occurred. [i] "While I can say your reputation precedes you, Mr. Denard," [/i]the Princess started, careful not to sound patronizing towards the drunk man, as she placed a delicate hand on her chest, [i]"I was never acquainted with how genteel a specimen you are! I am enchanted by your request and would be honored to deign to-"[/i] "Is that [i]wise[/i], your Excellency?" Toth spoke up with a lecturing air. Her voice was stern, much like a mother's who was disapproving of her daughter's choice in company. Careful to seem gracious to both Denard and Toth infront of the other legates, the Princess quietly excused the Deaconess' rudeness. [i]"Wise? Perhaps not, but it IS the most proper, given the circumstances,"[/i] Rhianne began, [i]"A Lady simply cannot refuse the invitation of a gentleman to dance, unless she has already accepted that of another. Even if I were to decline such a delightful offer, it would be my duty to give reason why. Must I suffer the displeasure of offering my condolences to Mr. Denard for my Deaconess' prudery?"[/i] Sighing, Toth crossed her arms over her chest, while Marxon merely frowned down at the young woman with an air of disarmed disappointment. Of course the two elders knew their places - Rhianne was Sovereign, she could do as she pleased. "Dancing is, in itself, a very trifling and silly thing" the older woman began, causing the Princess to quizzically lean her fair and hooded head to the side, as she lightly clasped her hands infront of her. Her temperament remained placid, her gaze still halcyon. "but it is one of those established follies to which people of sense are sometimes obliged to conform... And though I would not have you a dancer- when you do dance, I would have you dance well, as I would have you do everything you do well," she finished. [i] "Splendid!!"[/i] Rhianne said cheerily. She bowed her head before turning towards Denard. "You [i]are[/i] a [i]Saint[/i], Dear One," Toth spoke up again, causing the Princess to pause. Looking back, she could see Toth looking at Marxon intently. "See to it that she does not become a martyr?" Marxon frowned, raising his chin towards Denard. Immediately, those guards nearest patted the kneeling man down, removing all that could be used to harm the treasured girl. Satisfied with their work, Marxon turned about dismissively, a gravely [i][b]'Please allow me to take my leave, Exalted One'[/b][/i] echoing in his stead as he walked to the entrance to a private sitting room. Deaconess Toth simply bowed to both Denard and Rhianne, following the larger man soon after. [i]"Well then,"[/i] Rhianne delightfully simpered, [i]"now that the formalities and unpleasantries have been successfully surmounted, shall we?"[/i] The other guests would watch as Rhianne warmly plucked at her robe's long tress, curtsying as she did so. As a light, yet slow waltz began to play, she stood upright, allowing herself to be led -albeit somewhat clumsily - by the man. She would not be arrogant or supercilious as she allowed Denard to place a hand on her back, while she placed her left on his right shoulder. Gracefully clasping her right hand in his left, they began the slow waltz, with a number of guests following suit. The pair would stick to the center of the Ballroom floor, as was customary of those who were inexperienced dancers. Of course, Rhianne was well-versed in all mannerisms and patterns associated with ballroom dance, but she dared not flaunt them, out of respect for Denards drunken state and to maintain the air of humble modesty she exuded. OOC: Also, before I forget. I'm going to post the actual ceremony pretty soon. So all those who want something out of this prelude segment of the RP should post now or forever hold their peace. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lynneth Posted April 7, 2011 Report Share Posted April 7, 2011 When these things with Denard, the Princess, dancing and whatever else began unfolding, the Sri Lankan PM simply stared. Not wide-eyed and in suprise, but wondering just when this trainwreck-to-be would go off the rails and bring the entire building down. He muttered something that could be translated with 'Dear mother of God', moving to the sidelines in order to not get swamped by a dancing request. He planned to simply watch until the event proper began. Which would be soon. Hopefully. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Zephyr Posted April 8, 2011 Report Share Posted April 8, 2011 Abraham nearly rolled his eye's at the situation. Instead he waited for the song to end and asked the princess for the next dance. Under his breath he told the princess, "Perhaps I can save you from this drunken madman crushing your toes my lady." with just the hint of a grin. "Also I was hoping we could take this to somewhere more private after this dance as there are a couple of issues I'd like to discuss with your highness." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Executive Minister Posted April 12, 2011 Author Report Share Posted April 12, 2011 [quote name='Lord Zephyr' timestamp='1302223880' post='2686438'] Abraham nearly rolled his eye's at the situation. Instead he waited for the song to end and asked the princess for the next dance. Under his breath he told the princess, "Perhaps I can save you from this drunken madman crushing your toes my lady." with just the hint of a grin. "Also I was hoping we could take this to somewhere more private after this dance as there are a couple of issues I'd like to discuss with your highness." [/quote] Of course, having already accepted the drunken Denard's offer to dance, Rhianne would be hard pressed to accept Abraham's request at the same time. Issuing a brief reassurance that the next dance would indeed be Abraham's, she politely excused herself as the slow waltz continued. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Zephyr Posted April 13, 2011 Report Share Posted April 13, 2011 [quote name='Executive Minister' timestamp='1302611922' post='2689377'] Of course, having already accepted the drunken Denard's offer to dance, Rhianne would be hard pressed to accept Abraham's request at the same time. Issuing a brief reassurance that the next dance would indeed be Abraham's, she politely excused herself as the slow waltz continued. [/quote] OOC: Instead he waited for the song to end and asked the princess for the next dance. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Executive Minister Posted April 13, 2011 Author Report Share Posted April 13, 2011 [quote name='Lord Zephyr' timestamp='1302652827' post='2689741'] OOC: Instead he waited for the song to end and asked the princess for the next dance. [/quote] OOC: Whoops, I replied too early on in the day. PM me for what you wanted to accomplish and if we can do it in this thread then we'll do it after TBM responds... if not, you can make a thread in a semi-alt universe where Abraham meets with Rhianne during the party and they do whatever it is you wanted to try to do - if that makes sense. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Enema Posted April 13, 2011 Report Share Posted April 13, 2011 (edited) double post.. Edited April 13, 2011 by Tidy Bowl Man Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Enema Posted April 13, 2011 Report Share Posted April 13, 2011 "You've done stuck your unmentionables in a badger's den this time,' Denard thinks to himself. 'Dengali!" he exclaims inside the drunken confines of his mind as he bolsters his courage and fortitude with the battle cry of the African Legion and does his level best not to trip over himself as he guides the Princess on what he suspects might even be a passable waltz. Though to Denard it might even be a foxtrot, or the other kind of trots for all he knows. Could even be a mambo, but he secretly hopes to hell it isn't because the only kind of mambo he knows is the horizontal version. He's of the slight suspicion that attempting to do the horizontal mambo with, 'Her Nibs' might lead to a kick or twenty to his nether regions. If he's lucky that is, chances are he'll get much worst than that. 'Chin up, back straight, don't trip, don't drool, don't look down, don't look down, don't look down, don't look at her !@#$, don't look at her !@#$, Jesus man, those are nice !@#$, stop looking at her !@#$, Margret Thatcher naked in the rain, oh god that's foul,' Bob thinks to himself as he comports himself with all of his addled wits to be a proper gentleman. Or at least as close to a proper gentleman as he can get, which isn't very close at all even in the best of times. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Executive Minister Posted April 13, 2011 Author Report Share Posted April 13, 2011 [quote name='Tidy Bowl Man' timestamp='1302661551' post='2689817'] "You've done stuck your unmentionables in a badger's den this time,' Denard thinks to himself. 'Dengali!" he exclaims inside the drunken confines of his mind as he bolsters his courage and fortitude with the battle cry of the African Legion and does his level best not to trip over himself as he guides the Princess on what he suspects might even be a passable waltz. Though to Denard it might even be a foxtrot, or the other kind of trots for all he knows. Could even be a mambo, but he secretly hopes to hell it isn't because the only kind of mambo he knows is the horizontal version. He's of the slight suspicion that attempting to do the horizontal mambo with, 'Her Nibs' might lead to a kick or twenty to his nether regions. If he's lucky that is, chances are he'll get much worst than that. 'Chin up, back straight, don't trip, don't drool, don't look down, don't look down, don't look down, don't look at her !@#$, don't look at her !@#$, Jesus man, those are nice !@#$, stop looking at her !@#$, Margret Thatcher naked in the rain, oh god that's foul,' Bob thinks to himself as he comports himself with all of his addled wits to be a proper gentleman. Or at least as close to a proper gentleman as he can get, which isn't very close at all even in the best of times. [/quote] Sensing Denard's obvious difficulty in keeping up with even Rhianne's purposefully slowed down waltz, the Princess simply deigned to allow the unlikely pair to slowly walk around in a circle, still remaining in the closed position of the slow waltz. Hoping to keep Denard's concentration on her face she tried to drum up a conversation - careful so as to ensure that the mistake that she was whispering into her partner's ear would not be made by careful onlookers. [i]"So, Mr. Denard..." [/i]she began with an amicable smirk as she saw the man's head go limp for a moment, [i]"while I did admit your reputation preceded you, I would like to know exactly wha-"[/i] Her question was interrupted by an odd poking feeling near her thigh. Laughing as she 'realized' the error, a blatant display of her innate and perpetual state of naivety she started, [i]"My, it seems that the Avatar's security was not so detailed in their search of your person after all! Please be careful... while well intentioned, Avatar Marxon can be quite severe when it comes to 'my safety'."[/i] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Enema Posted April 13, 2011 Report Share Posted April 13, 2011 "Well ma'am just so you know not my trah-la ding ding dong," Denard comments as he lets the Princess lead him around in circles. He's surprised she hasn't said much about the fact she's dancing with a drunk guy who has two holster .45 pistols in a pair of hip rigs that have been polished to an black ivory like sheen. Good thing he took Mrs. Dellion's advice and left his boys unloaded. 'Damn that woman is a wiley one,' he thinks to him about Mrs. Dellion and her wise female ways. He finally manages to remember, "You know your Higness, yall remind me of a purty little gal I met in France about the time I was resting up after the Kickapoo business. Some of your pilots did some fine work during that mess, we Legionnaires are still in their debt for saving more than one of our lives." He leaves out the bit where that pretty little gal returned to Legion with him and later killed herself with an overdose of blow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Executive Minister Posted April 13, 2011 Author Report Share Posted April 13, 2011 (edited) [quote name='Tidy Bowl Man' timestamp='1302700974' post='2690023'] "Well ma'am just so you know not my trah-la ding ding dong," Denard comments as he lets the Princess lead him around in circles. He's surprised she hasn't said much about the fact she's dancing with a drunk guy who has two holster .45 pistols in a pair of hip rigs that have been polished to an black ivory like sheen. Good thing he took Mrs. Dellion's advice and left his boys unloaded. 'Damn that woman is a wiley one,' he thinks to him about Mrs. Dellion and her wise female ways. He finally manages to remember, "You know your Higness, yall remind me of a purty little gal I met in France about the time I was resting up after the Kickapoo business. Some of your pilots did some fine work during that mess, we Legionnaires are still in their debt for saving more than one of our lives." He leaves out the bit where that pretty little gal returned to Legion with him and later killed herself with an overdose of blow. [/quote] [i]"So I touched your... tra-la-la? Or I didn't? While I do recall hearing of older veterans naming their weapons, I must admit i've become thoroughly confused by your 'charms' Mr. Denard,"[/i] the Princess responded in a puzzled tone. It was quite fortunate she did not understand Denard's ramblings. Twirling the drunk man for what was winding down to be the end of the waltz, she listened to the man blather about some past love of some sort and how she reminded him of her. She merely nodded and looked at the man placidly, noting that this was most likely a cue that she should be leaving. [i]"Yes, love is indeed a fleeting thing, is it not?"[/i] At the mention of Denard's dealings with the Nodic Airforce, Rhianne was slightly miffed, although she dared not show it. Here Nod was, poised to annihilate and be annihilated by nuclear weapons if not solely for her House's intervention - and yet all she heard from both Denard and that Sri Lankan delegate, Wickremesinghe, was how great the Nodic Ministry and its bloodthirsty warriors were. Rhianne chose her words carefully, so as to ensure that there was a clear distinction to be made between the marauding force the Nodic Militancy was, and the guardians of peace the Principality's Militant Order was to become. [i]"Indeed, Mr. Denard... yet if we travel to the heart of the issue, you will find that those pilots simply behaved as mankind has always done. Man is capable of admirable, courageous feats for the sake of His 'honor'... yet, He is also inclined to perform terrible horrors in the name of that very same 'honor'," [/i]her gaze did not so much as flinch as she said her short monologue. [i]"It is with that, that I must take my leave, Good Sir,"[/i] she abruptly, yet seamlessly switched gears. Her voice simpered as she continued, making sure their encounter ended off on a high note, [i]"I trust you had as enjoyable a dance as I have! Please, do stay for the rest of the evening - I shall be watching for you in the VIP box during the Formal Coronation!"[/i] She smiled, and glided away past the revelers. Denard would most likely need a cold shower after he left the middle of the dance floor. Edited April 13, 2011 by Executive Minister Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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