The East Pacific Board

Of Centralist Brexit wrote:

2 of the guards that were meant to go into the minister's car were to join the initial two guards accompanying the group as the small convoy drove out of the car park and away from the airport and the city. The Journey was not a long one as they only had to drive a few miles until they arrived at an old manor house, isolated in the countryside. It did not seem to be guarded, the only things that seem to be living outside were some individual flies, though if one looked hard enough they would notice something off with them. the Sedans slowly drove across the gravel until they stopped right next to the steps leading to the entrance of the manor.

There really is nothing else to do but for them to get out of the vehicle
Guards first of course.

Euricanis wrote:

second-worst

You're testing my patience.

Euricanis and Of Centralist Brexit

Crocadillia

Euricanis wrote:

...

butYtho

If YooRood, IScratch

Of Centralist Brexit wrote:

cool, here is the map for the boiler pit of hell, oh and here is a first class ticket on the Reaper express

i know my way around hell.

Peatiktist wrote:

You're testing my patience.

mhm

don't really care

Shavara

Terrabis-Seran wrote:

Port Irene, now reclaimed, is a mess. Having reclaimed it from raiders, bandits, and other vagabonds, repair and relief work is now underway. Towers broken and walls shattered at the top of the cliff face are now covered in scaffolding. Dockyards below that are already either repaired and beginning to create new ships, or being fixed. Up and down the Ramp, some Imperial soldiers lift crates and carry materials to workers, while others patrol the now secured area. At the bottom is the Beachhead, dotted with the occasional warehouse, a port of entry for awaiting ships and flyers. Groups of soldiers in purple cloaks and the standard imperial cuban cap are camped there, waiting to be shipped off to somewhere. Walking towards an open flyerpad, Sara Treant, in a neat suit covered with a bulletproof vest, prepares for the arrival of the Brethren representative, to be given a tour, and to discuss matters. She has no need of guards, for Irene is soon to return to it's fortress-like quality.

:>
I remember when I helped you.

Terrabis-Seran, Brethren, and Kavanos

Crocadillia wrote:

If YooRood, IScratch

yeah this might be a reason why ppl don't like your hugs

Crocadillia

Euricanis wrote:

yeah this might be a reason why ppl don't like your hugs

I only scratch if people are rude, *scratches you again*

Crocadillia wrote:

I only scratch if people are rude, *scratches you again*

you have a low definition of rudeness

Crocadillia

Euricanis wrote:

you have a low definition of rudeness

We are mortal enemies now

The Been here too long of The Atlae Isles

Crocadillia wrote:

We are mortal enemies now

no... no we really aren't

cuz that's ek

Matt Shepard knew this day would come. It didn't make it any easier. He turned to look at his partner, who had already turned the key and was looking at him. Can't be showing any hesitation, I suppose.

He turned the key.

A low, rumbling sound was heard across the hangar. The ground opened, and many nuclear warheads became visible. Over the next few hours, more nuclear warheads would be prepared for the interregional war expected to take place.

Shepard could not have imagined this when he was originally transferred to this station. Frankly, he couldn't imagine it even now. But he considered that it might not even matter if he would die in the fiery hellscape as well.

Kavanos

Crocadillia

Euricanis wrote:

no... no we really aren't

cuz that's ek

Me and EK will team up and scratch your head off

Crocadillia wrote:

Me and EK will team up and scratch your head off

sure sure but if we're supposedly mortal enemies now why are you still hugging me?

you've been doing this for more than 30 minutes

Crocadillia

Euricanis wrote:

sure sure but if we're supposedly mortal enemies now why are you still hugging me?

you've been doing this for more than 30 minutes

im lonely ok

The Constitutional Dictatorship of Peatiktist

Crocadillia wrote:

im lonely ok

okaaaaay...

well if you’re looking for someone else to half-suffocate, go for Peatiktist, he was your original choice

Peatiktist

Euricanis wrote:

okaaaaay...

well if you’re looking for someone else to half-suffocate, go for Peatiktist, he was your original choice

No.

Peatiktist wrote:

No.

why not?

i'm sure there's millions of reasons why you don't want to make physical contact with others but just give me one right now, ok?

Crocadillia

Peatiktist wrote:

No.

*stops hugging Euri and hugs Peakiktist*

The Hiatus nationstate of Of Centralist Brexit

Peatiktist wrote:

There really is nothing else to do but for them to get out of the vehicle
Guards first of course.

Charles and Alys got out of the front sedan and went up the stairs and into the manor, stopping only momentarily to say:
"please follow us inside."
they went inside and went down a small hallway to the left of a grand staircase. When Charles arrived at the end of the corridor, he opened a door to revel a large table with 6 seats.
"Please take a seat, lets get this done and dusted now."
Charles sat down at the far end of the table, with Alys sitting down to the right of him.

Peatiktist

The Constitutional Dictatorship of Peatiktist

Edited

Crocadillia wrote:

*stops hugging Euri and hugs Peakiktist*

peak for short