The East PacificBoard

Aldenbourg wrote:

In the Reichskammer the Chief of Naval Operations and Admiral, Silvester Anatol, sat on his chair in his office, the air conditioner spewing cold air, this reminded him of when his grandfather took the young Anatol to the Kurikian capital of Moscow in early December, at the age of 13 he witnessed the great building of the Kremlin, he remembered it dearly and as a Kurikian when he thought about the building he felt a sense of pride.

He opened his table's drawer and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. He started writing a letter to Dermont about bolstering relations with the Kurikian state.

"From the Chief of Naval Operations, Silvester Moritz Anatol

Dear, President

I'm sorry if I interrupted you but I have a suggestion, if we may have a respected military we need strong allies. I have thought of a nation who might help us, Kurikia. Kurikia is a large nation with a large army and navy, if we were to attack a nation who would help us achieve such task? San Sierra, of course not, Ostaria, although we may be "German" I don't think the current government is too keen in helping us. I chose Kurikia as I believe they have the same goal as us, to be respected. If you accept my proposal then we would have strong and capable friends you could say.

Sincerely, Silvester Moritz"

He stood up, left his office and told a soldier to give it to the president's adjutant.

Kurikia

Dear Mister Anatol

From, Kurikia Minister President

“The Czar And I have read over Your Request and have Decided it would be on both of our nations Best interests to Futher Discuss This Proposal In Moscow, or In Aldenbourg”

From Minister President of the Kurikian Empire,

Alexandrov Ursha,

After Writing the letter and sending it on it’s way Ursha Looks out the window of his Moscow penthouse building,

Being from a Farm background seeing the massive city was still the best part of his day.

The red stone walls of the Kremlin stood in the center of the city against the Night lights of Moscow.

Saint Cinder wrote:

did you enjoy the show?

Oh most definitely. Has the best incarnations of several Batman characters.

Saint Cinder wrote:

i disliked the kid who played batman and alfred, but I absolutely loved the joker, riddler, and penguin

Sh1t I think Gotham's Bruce Wayne is the best one yet. And I liked Alfred a lot too. But to each their own I suppose.

Brethren wrote:

Copper seems to hang in the air for a moment, furious, then turns around and flies back to Silvina. She straps her phone, set to record video and audio, onto his belly; it's held in place with a little harness. When the dragon flies to the police again he stays well above them, out of arm's reach. To make sure there's footage that you can't delete, if you get . . . 'carried away' in your task of 'maintaining the peace.' Not that we don't trust you of course. He does little air quotes with his front paws.

Silvina and Douglas sit down and chat with the protesters.

The police ignore Copper, communicating with each other with Handheld Radio Frequencies (walkie-talkies).

Protesters chat with Silvina and Douglas.

OOC: Can I include Mig here? ,_,

Kurikia wrote:

Dear Mister Anatol

From, Kurikia Minister President

“The Czar And I have read over Your Request and have Decided it would be on both of our nations Best interests to Futher Discuss This Proposal In Moscow, or In Aldenbourg”

From Minister President of the Kurikian Empire,

Alexandrov Ursha,

After Writing the letter and sending it on it’s way Ursha Looks out the window of his Moscow penthouse building,

Being from a Farm background seeing the massive city was still the best part of his day.

The red stone walls of the Kremlin stood in the center of the city against the Night lights of Moscow.

OOC: That was for Dermont but okay.

IC: Anatol receives the Kurikian president's letter and reads it closely, after finishing he immediately heads for the Reichspalast, he hops in his car and tells the chauffeur to make it to the Reichspalast fast, the chauffeur nods in acknowledgement. After a 7 minute drive they arrived, he exits the vehicle and walks to the president's office.

He arrives, he slowly opens the door and sees the president reading his letter. He salutes and runs up to, "My president, we-I have received a letter from the Minister President of Kurikia-" the presidents cuts him off, "Slow down and take a seat. I've read your letter and I accept. I'll be sending a diplomat and 4 guards to accompany, since I don't quite trust the Kurikians-" the admiral interrupts "I'd recommend the diplomat be of Kurikian descent", the president looks at him "We don't have any available Kurikians.." he continues "How about you, Silvester?" Anatol, without hesitation, says yes, "Well... of course, Sir. I've always wanted to visit my homeland again", "Alright, I'll be preparing a jet for you. It'll be a short flight since Moscow is not that far from here, you may go", Anatol stands up, nods and walks out of the office.

A day later he heads to Leopoldsrühe International Airport, there he boards the jet. They eventually take off and arrive at Kurikia in less than 6 hours. The jet enters Kurikian airspace and the pilot requests entry but speaks in German,

"Guten Tag, Kontrolle. Dies ist J-57A, der die Eingabe anfordert. Wir haben einen Diplomaten und bitten um Einreise. Ich wiederhole, wir bitten um Einreise. Aus. (Good day, control. This is J-57A, requesting entry. We have a diplomat and request entry. I repeat we request entry. Over.)"

What does everyone think of my capital name? It means "Nice Port" in Esperanto.

Aldenbourg wrote:

OOC: That was for Dermont but okay.

IC: Anatol receives the Kurikian president's letter and reads it closely, after finishing he immediately heads for the Reichspalast, he hops in his car and tells the chauffeur to make it to the Reichspalast fast, the chauffeur nods in acknowledgement. After a 7 minute drive they arrived, he exits the vehicle and walks to the president's office.

He arrives, he slowly opens the door and sees the president reading his letter. He salutes and runs up to, "My president, we-I have received a letter from the Minister President of Kurikia-" the presidents cuts him off, "Slow down and take a seat. I've read your letter and I accept. I'll be sending a diplomat and 4 guards to accompany, since I don't quite trust the Kurikians-" the admiral interrupts "I'd recommend the diplomat be of Kurikian descent", the president looks at him "We don't have any available Kurikians.." he continues "How about you, Silvester?" Anatol, without hesitation, says yes, "Well... of course, Sir. I've always wanted to visit my homeland again", "Alright, I'll be preparing a jet for you. It'll be a short flight since Moscow is not that far from here, you may go", Anatol stands up, nods and walks out of the office.

A day later he heads to Leopoldsrühe International Airport, there he boards the jet. They eventually take off and arrive at Kurikia in less than 6 hours. The jet enters Kurikian airspace and the pilot requests entry but speaks in German,

"Guten Tag, Kontrolle. Dies ist J-57A, der die Eingabe anfordert. Wir haben einen Diplomaten und bitten um Einreise. Ich wiederhole, wir bitten um Einreise. Aus. (Good day, control. This is J-57A, requesting entry. We have a diplomat and request entry. I repeat we request entry. Over.)"

Moscow International’s Tower hears the message in Kurikian Due to the Towers language software they say to the Pilots in Kurikian and then repeat in German “Привет Рейс J-57A, вы допущены к посадке на ВПП A-7-L”

(Greetings Flight J-57A you are cleared for landing on Runway A7-L)

Kurikia wrote:

Moscow International’s Tower hears the message in Kurikian Due to the Towers language software they say to the Pilots in Kurikian and then repeat in German “Привет Рейс J-57A, вы допущены к посадке на ВПП A-7-L”

(Greetings Flight J-57A you are cleared for landing on Runway A7-L)

The pilot replies, "In Ordnung, Kontrolle. Einen schönen Tag noch. Aus. (Alright, control. Have a nice day. Over.)".

After a couple of minutes the jet opens its landing gear, the jet lowers and lands on the runway. Anatol picks up his luggage and puts on his sailor cap, he tells the guards to come with. The door opens and the 4 guards come out and behind them was the admiral, slowly walking down. He smells the air and smiles, he was in his homeland.

Brethren wrote:

"Well, yes, me too. Just seemed like the smarter decision with this crowd, we didn't want anyone to feel unwelcome." Douglas looks unhappily at his bowl of vegetable stew. ". . . it occurs to me now that it wasn't very smart after all, and we really should have known better considering Copper and I are both obligate carnivores. Sil? Do we have any meat thawed?"

She chuckles. "I've started a second pot simmering and it has chicken bits."

"Ohthankthegods -- thank you."

Mig looks around the area, soon telling Douglas something. - "Can I see what's inside this embassy? I remember talking with a Brethren once." -

Holy hell. Game of Thrones has NOTHING on the youtube beauty community. It is brutal.

DarKspawnerreich wrote:

Holy hell. Game of Thrones has NOTHING on the youtube beauty community. It is brutal.

What’s even happening over there in that hellhole?

Hello friends. How's it going on this fine day?