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•[]• THE CEREMONY AND THE CELEBRATION, PART ONE•[]•
Nikopol Palace || 28 August 2711 || IOC RP

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It was a Saturday. The sun rose over the White Sea and the Nikopol raion, showering the beautiful coast with its radiant light. Out in the town of Nikopol, the citizenry was just beginning to wake up, sleepily heading to work under the shadow of gorgeous mediaeval constructions. Fishermen were taking their boats out, far from the coast, to pull up their nets and lobster traps. The market stall owners and shopkeepers were just beginning to open their doors, sleepily taking orders from the first few customers awake so early in the morning. Food cart and truck owners were driving their wares through the cobbled streets and under the orange roofs to set up shop in their locations. Starskiffs took off from the Kurchatov Spaceport, bound for the capital a few hours away, filled with people working their average day jobs. Few of them were ignorant to the momentous occasion taking place barely even five minutes' distance from the city, but to many of them, it was little more than a hindrance to their daily lives. In the airy Bagration Hall of the Nikopol Palace, wedding planners, workers, servants, and all manner of people were rushing around, hastily setting everything up for the wedding that was to be held in just a few hours. They had practiced for this occasion for months beforehand, and everyone knew what to do - the wedding between Prince Ksaryev and Tsaritsa Luna would go off without a hitch. Hopefully. Bouquets of flowers were hung on the walls, banners and tapestries and art were hung from the ceiling, microphones and speakers were subtly placed in strategic locations, the red carpet was laid out, elegantly crafted tables and chairs were put out, white and gold embroidered tablecloths were laid over tables, flowers were arranged in vases, cameras for the television and internet crews were set out... there was so much to do to set up.

Prince Ksaryev was observing from one of the balconies - which were also being decked out - eager to see the planning that he and a plethora of others had done coming to fruition. Luna wasn't even awake yet, having spent the night before the wedding in her own chambers, tossing and turning, filled with nervous anticipation, before finally falling asleep at 2 in the morning. There was little rush and she wouldn't have to get up before ten, but that worry that she might be too tired persisted in Ksaryev's mind. One thing that many people would observe about the prince was that for better or for worse, he was particularly perceptive to the worries and issues that others had, and often times, ended up worrying about them himself, somewhat of a common theme for the ceremony that would follow. Often, the prince was prone to overthinking things, in direct contrast to his bride-to-be, but this time, he knew he needed to step up and fulfill his duties without hesitation, whatever that entailed. He observed the servants and planners scurrying about, putting the finishing flourishes on the decor, which was starting to look quite elegant and complete, derailing any worry that he had about the decor looking much too garish. He could definitely enjoy this. Suddenly, he felt a small bump into him - one of the servant girls from the Yuzovka had crashed into the prince while he had been lost to his thoughts.

Servant: (in surprise) "Sorry, your Highness! I didn't see you there."

Ksaryev: (chuckling) "It's no problem. Watch where you're going so you don't fall over the railing or something!"

Servant: "Will do, your Highness. My apologies once again."

Ksaryev would watch her run off, smiling slightly. The unexpected conversation had eased his nerves somewhat, and after a moment, he headed off in the opposite direction, off towards the Tsaritsa's private chambers, to find Luna.

Luna was in fact awake and in the powder room, going through her skincare routine, though this time she was surrounded by a few maids fussing over her hair and such. She looked up, startled, as Ksaryev entered the room, before relaxing as she saw who it was. The two embraced in a hug before the prince sat down on a nearby chair.

Luna: (playfully) "Ksary, hi! What are you doing here? Don't you know it's rude to interrupt a Tsaritsa while she's having her hair done?"

Ksaryev: (smiling a bit) "I know, don't worry... just wanted to see how you were doing. I heard you didn't sleep well."

Luna: "Oh my goodness, I swear, my bed was like, a stone slab last night. I could not sleep. I tried to get Daniela to bring me over to your room, but she said no, tradition or whatever... bleh." (she would sigh) "Anyway, how's the wedding stuff looking?"

Ksaryev: "I was just there. The setup and stuff all went pretty smoothly. The planners did a wonderful job, I think you'll love to see it."

Daniela, the aforementioned maid, would be doing Luna's hair as she spoke. At the mention of last night, she would tut affectionately before continuing to comb Luna's rather tangled hair.

Daniela: (playfully) "Your Majesty, you can't be spending the night in your prince's chambers before you even get married! If I let you go to him, you wouldn't have slept, for one reason or another."

Luna: (mock shock) "Daniela, we wouldn't dare do such things!"

Ksaryev would chuckle at the statement, before turning his attention back to Luna.

Ksaryev: "Anyway, are you feeling alright for the wedding? It's a bit scary, no pressure."

Luna: "Ksary, you make it more scary every time you bring it up, I swear. But yeah, I've been to a ton of weddings, I know what to do! I think. Maybe? Yeah, I do."

She would huff in a playfully disgruntled manner before returning to what looked to Ksaryev to be akin to slight torture, which included such horrible activities like moisturising and putting skin cream on. For her part, Luna looked quite energetic and eager for the day to come. Ksaryev did have other duties to fill, however, and so, he gave Luna a kiss on the cheek and prepared to head out. Luna turned to him, pouting slightly.

Luna: "Ksary, where are you going? Stay here with me. I can't get through the torture that the maids put me through if you aren't here to give me emotional support." (she would rest her head on his side)

Ksaryev: "I know... the councillors want me again for God knows what. For the past four weeks they have been badgering me about every single detail of our courtship they could get their grubby hands on. I told them to go away, but apparently not even royal decree could cease their operations."

Luna: "Oh..."

Luna would stand up, eliciting a note of protest from Daniela, and would tightly hug Ksaryev before getting on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Luna: "Be good, Ksary. And be on time for the wedding! Hmph."

Ksaryev: (light chuckle) "I will. See you later."

The prince headed out of the room after hugging Luna once more. He had a full list of tasks to do. To get ready and changed into his dress clothes, to talk to the councillors and delegates that had chosen to attend the wedding, to meet with those arriving just in time for the ceremony, and dealing with the paparazzi that had shown up in full force. Who knew weddings were so exhausting?

To be continued, tomorrow

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Hey, North American Imperial State/Wooloos, I hate to seem clingy or anything, but it's been almost five hours bro. Are you super busy with the vacation or something?

North Goguryeo wrote:

Katya: "How are you enjoying Nikopol? It's been a while since I've been here myself... got an exemption from exile to come to the wedding."

Ophelia: “It has been a wonderful vacation…I wish my son and grandchildren were able to visit.”

North Goguryeo wrote:

Katya: "Indeed. Have you gone to see the Nikopol town yet?"

(it looks like Dubrovnik irl)

Ophelia: “I haven’t, Lance has however.”

North Goguryeo wrote:

Katya: "That's lovely! How was it, Lance?"

Lance: “It was certainly very nice.”

Funny kitsune gamer developing game in background
(Rue)

North Goguryeo wrote:

Kaya the kitsune appears

Katya is Nosress's terrifying sleep paralysis demon heh

Rue busy game development

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Orange Creek wrote:

Appeal for Cordiality and Union

To the Sovereign Emperor and the Ministers and Officers of the Aramo-Arabian Government,

Warmest salutations.

The Cosmocracy is now manifest on Earth by the will of the Crymenathean Church. As this Cosmocracy has ordained itself to be the singular governing institution of the Earth by the dignity of the Human race and by the immutable truths of the Panoic Prophecy, We, the Cosmocrateira, humbly submit this Appeal for Cordiality and Union to your Sovereign Government, requesting for its peaceful accession under Our rule.

Understanding that this letter shall be invariably affront to the sovereignty of your just kingdom, and understanding of the complex cultural character of your state, We clarify certain terms and offer certain guarantees should you accept Our Appeal.

1. We, the Cosmocrateira, are Ruler of the World and Sovereign of Mankind. However, respecting the natural order of the Aramo-Arabian people, We shall entrust to His Imperial Majesty Victor I temporal rule over the domains of Aramo-Arabia, fully unchanged in his responsibilities except in overt acknowledgment of Our suzerainty.

2. We do not agree on the nature of the universe and behold ourselves to different figures, yourselves to Abba, and ourselves to the Triad. Because the Cosmocracy intends unity and not fracture, we shall not compel the Aramo-Arabian people to wholly submit to the cosmological model of the Crymenathean faith, but should at least remain true to the Salubrian ideals of Human dignity, purity, and good health.

3. Adherents of the Illustratum faith shall similarly be permitted to celebrate its customs and occasions but should refrain from proselytizing that faith beyond the borders of the Aramo-Arabian Kingdom.

4. There shall be no great modification of the constitutional order of Aramo-Arabia, but we desire for the office of the Scholarch of Jeddah to be recognized as a legitimate and executive office within your state bureaucracy.

5. Naamanes shall be restored as Scholarch of Jeddah, while Archandrite Abelimus shall be granted control over a new Scholarchate unrelated to the Aramo-Arabian state, for the latter is no longer responsible to the spirituality of this state but rather the world entire.

6. Political parties shall remain active within Aramo-Arabia, but Aramo-Arabian politicians who endeavor to represent themselves in the overarching legislature of the whole Cosmocracy must swear to be wholly nonpartisan.

7. The Aramo-Arabian Armed Forces shall remain independent of the Cosmocratic Armed Forces, but shall endeavor to assist it in all defensive engagements, but shall not be bound where the Cosmocracy may be impelled to act as an aggressor.

8. A regiment of Royal Guards, provided by the Cosmocracy, shall be sent to protect the Aramo-Arabian monarch's entire household and person, mirroring similar formations in the Orange Creek; Kamerun; China; the Ocean Sea; and Iberia.

9. There shall be no change to the territorial character of Aramo-Arabia. Its physical extent in all forms shall be respected, but in the name of Cordiality and Union, it shall open its borders to other citizens within the Cosmocracy. In that same way, the subject states of the Cosmocracy shall open their arms to the Aramo-Arabian people in turn.

10. For a period of twenty-five (25) years, the Aramo-Arabian Kingdom shall hold unrestricted access to the Kalckreuthian economic apparatuses that presently sustain the Arantist Corporations of the Cosmocracy. Should this grant irreversibly alter the economic character of Aramo-Arabia to the detriment of its people, the Cosmocracy shall endeavor to relieve the Aramo-Arabians until it returns to a term of economic stability.

11. The House of Primogleon shall never lay claim to the Aramo-Arabian throne, and shall forever entrust its succession to the good counsel and decision of the Aramo-Arabian Government.

12. The Aramo-Arabian Government must recognize the legitimacy of the Empire of Kamerun and withdraw recognition from the Empire of Nigeria.

13. As its suzerain, the Aramo-Arabians shall entrust the Cosmocracy to remove those foreign relations that do not suitably reflect the dignity, purity, and good health of Humanity, especially all of those relating to the xenos.

14. Any vassals that the Aramo-Arabian Kingdom acquires must first be approved by the Salubrian Church.

15. The Aramo-Arabians shall authorize the Cosmocracy to design for it an official state flag, reflecting the virtues of Cosmocratic rule, which shall represent the whole nation within the Grand Sanctuary of Arausio. The national flag of the Aramo-Arabia Kingdom, on the other hand, shall remain unchanged.

16. Any Aramo-Arabian practitioners of the heterodoxical Cult of the Light shall be invited to also abide by these terms. No other religions shall be invited with similar conditions.

17. A charter is presently being drafted by the Cosmocratic Constituent Assembly. The Aramo-Arabians are invited to contribute to its completion but shall be bound to abide by its provisions.

18. We, the Cosmocrateira, do solemnly pledge to abide by those guarantees of this Appeal inasmuch as your Government shall solemnly pledge to abide by its terms.

Forever in the name of the Cosmocracy and the Human Race, given in this Year 2710,

Madrophela, Ruler of the World

To kill a man is to grant him everlasting mercy in this tumultuous world, to demolish his work is to leave him stranded to a fate worse than death - this is the dreadful fate the primogenitors of these wicked lands had thrusted upon its kin, birthing a vicious cycle that generates no wealth, no resources, no pride, and no purpose as the existence of this very system is fueled by the flesh and blood of the sacrificial lamb, strengthened by the deaths that would befall on every leader that remained ignorant of the unspoken knowledge of this bloody affair: Emerging with the ascension of a lone charismatic individual backed by the roaring sea of the populace that were charmed by their campaign promise, following this political conquest is the dawn of issues tormenting the Motherland, followed by the seemingly endless struggle to execute policies to absolve The Aramo-Arabic Empire of it’s burdens, just for this arduous journey to culminate in the butcher of our victim to crave the endless lust for flesh and blood, succeeded by the offering of another ruler, such a system stupid and useless has it is, had endured the trials of time claiming the lives of various influential people.

Paul Perschmann Rose, perished alone in his home, isolated from the ones he toiled for, no one came for him.

Omar Youssef, slaughtered in broad daylight, would never have the chance to vindicate himself, forever memorialized as a failure in the dustbins of history.

Adele Perschmann Rose, resigned after witnessing her service to the nation being dismantled before her eyes as the system reemerged, more powerful than ever before.

William Etek, with his death the dream of a free united Africa breathed its last.

Having witnessed this tale one too many times, Victor, the young monarch had no desire to replace his father has the reigning monarch, dreading the very idea of becoming another martyr for another political clique who’ll utilize his death has a means to continue sowing the seeds of mistrust and animosity to further their own goals at the cost of the stability of the nation, squeezing every drop they can out of his death before discarding him aside for more fresher, more greener victims to feast upon to satiate their endless gluttony at the cost of those who worked to cleanse the image of the nation to build a nation the people can take pride in, shouldering the duty that came with being the sovereign of the nation, being responsible in guiding the multitude of thankless subjects whose views on them can flip on a whim, toiling for hours, days, weeks, years to authorize laws to shape and alter the course of this nation only to be assassinated and forgotten in the matters of seconds. It’s a miracle to why his father, Emperor Chad I, had been spared from this lethal outcome, coming to the humiliating conclusion that being a mere figurehead with no authority or respect had ultimately preserved the life of his father, nevertheless, these concerning coincidences had always repelled him from ever pursuing the occupation of his father only ever accepting the crown til the ultimate demise of his father, in spite of that he remained entrenched in the comfort that his words would hold no sway nor decree and he could live in the palace leeching on the wealth that came with his title.

Immediately he was punished for his apathy as the figurehead of the nation used to justify the rule of a democratically elected government, now held onto the reins of power. As the realization of his inevitable demise dawned on him, he embraced his limited time on Ryuten by spending it on materializing the vision of Paul Perschmann Rose’ social democratic society into a reality through the methods of a despot, outlawing extremist xenophobic parties from using the elections has a platform to spread their vile propaganda, refusing to acknowledge the legitimacy of elected fascist southern governors in the south replacing them with ‘princes’ which were nothing more than overglorified ‘yes’ men, bypassing the OAU Controlled Senate to enforce The Equality Act (Colonial Administration to The Real Underground under Governor Issad, the then Provisional Government at the time have made a law known as the "Colonial Equality Act" which to many outsiders was seen as a massive monumental victory for freedom as Noran Society was forces to tear down it's walls and allow the intermingling of humans and xenos in public areas, homes, workplaces, schools, allow marriage between species, banned discriminatory laws and actions, allowed the freedom to worship false gods, broke traditional roles, decriminalization and allowing the existence of Xeno-Human unions, etc) throughout territories where Xenos were largely present to usher in the utopia envisioned by the father of the nation even if it came at the cost of his own life understanding it was a sacrifice worth giving, which is why upon receiving the letter originating from The Crymethean State he felt the familiar dread once more creeping over him as his hands trembled holding the envelop,mhis fingers fumbling, struggling with the simple task of opening the letter and has his eyes raked across the first few letters he felt numb, for a solid minute his eyes bored deeply into the paper, his eyes glaring at the text with pure hatred before droplets fell staining the document as he filed it away refusing to torture himself as he collapsed back into his seat remaining still as a statue the only words to ever leave his lips being a pathetic whisper informing his advisors to allow the bodies of government to oversee this as they saw fair and just.

With the Emperor placing no resistance, governors dwelling in the Arabian Peninsula would take advantage of the situation to act on behalf of the government to welcome their Xenophobic Brothers, being the first sectors of the Aramo-Arabic Empire to submit themselves to the rule of the Cosmocracy as they would abide to the demands of the letter by opening its borders to the citizens of the Union, redirecting all concerns concerning local and providence lawmaking to the Scholarch of Jeddah recognizing it as the legitimate executive power of the Empire with each and elected official of Arab descent crowing in satisfaction viewing this act against Nora’s sovereignty nothing more than the necessary steps to heal the disfigurement of their Motherland at the hands of the progressives and their voter block whom have ‘raped’ the nation (they hate the progressive arameans).

Witnessing the success of their endeavors, the xenophobic elements of Southern Nora would imitate the same move as their brethren wishing to ‘liberate’ themselves from the despotic liberal rule of Algiers with members of the Party of Purity and Rebirth, Nationalist Workers Party of Nora, which its members mainly comprised of business men, disgruntled armed forces, Illustratum Church Members, Fascist, Nationalist Socialist, and more would act as the arm of the law to coerce the ‘princes’ into pledging their allegiance to the Crymethean State, wishing to not risk a cost civil war the remainder of Nora that stood free would agree to the terms of the letter taking the next steps to fully cement their position has a member of this ‘world’ state entrusting the Cosmocracy to dictate their foreign policies and the introduction of the Kalckreuthian economic system, marking the death of the progressive democratic era.

And Emperor Victor waited for the regiment of Royal Guards to occupy the Imperial Palace, His thumb gently stroked the minuscule lock that contained the cyanide pill, awaiting to see if the cycle will break or continueit’s course, either way he knew every second ticking by he’ll come to see the end.

(sorry for the late response, stuff happened)

Missouria wrote:

Rue busy game development

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Katya stands over Nosress's bed in the dead of night, her scarlet eyes glowing

Katya: "Tsk... how cute."

Missouria wrote:

Nosress is fast asleep, not knowing Katya is there.

Katya would stand there

North American Imperial State wrote:

Hi

Hello