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Alice turns her head to look at Warsmith, whispering, "I do not recognize you... you... you've never visited. That's impossible..." A look of sudden terror flashes across Alice's face. "Wait," eyes narrow, "I <i>do</i> recognize you!" Standing, she glides next to Warsmith. Placing a ghost-like hand an inch away from an armored shoulder, expression softening.

"It has been a long time, old friend. Here," Alice retracts her hand and slowly removes a solid-looking minerature Key from the opposite palm. The script 7 inlay on the handle appears upside-down, no matter how viewed. Placing the small silver key on the table before Ironfist, and smiles, "Visit. Please."

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Blue, having finished most of his meal, stands up at the sight of parchment and signings. Cecily looks up, nearly finished as well, and cleans her hands off before fluttering up to his shoulder. "Whyfor are you standing, Blue?" she asks, folding her arms behind her back. He replies with a nod and a gesture at the paper and the signatures already present. "I believe we have something to sign, milady." Cecily nods, and flutters towards the parchment as Blue walks. The quill already in her arms (she's a 3" tall fairy...), Cecily signs the paper and hands the writing impliment to Blue. He nods, and signs just below her name. Slowly, the keys fade into existence along with the number 14 next to each of their names. Cecily and Blue blink at each other, but don't say anything, they seem distracted by a voice. Blue looks at the fairy as she once more returns to his shoulder and shrugs lightly. "That was odd, milady... what do you suppose..?" She just shakes her head, Blue returning to their seat. "Not a clue. Time will tell."

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Lord Apollo Arouet rises from his seat and crosses to the diminutive ruler of Wunderland, his large cloak flowing and rippling around him. (Apparently, large shoulders are in this year!) Yellow cat's eyes glint behind small round glasses, as the tall dictator stabs the quill into the pad of a forefinger, and bends to sign the parchment.

The red lines flow over the treaty, and the Number 4 appears along with the requisite key. As he straightens, glancing benignly at Alice, he stiffens, and yellow eyes glaze. As they clear, he cocks his head quizzically at her, then glides back to resume his seat.

"Hmmmmm."

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Warsmith Ironfist gets up from his chair, servos and motors from his armour, his bionic arm and leg as well as those in his servo-arm that is attached to his backpack whine and whirrl as he moves over to Alice with heavy footsteps.

Few dare call me friend, and fewer outside of my legion can be described as old..

His voice course and devoid of emotion. He pick up the quill with his bionic that served for his left arm. He waved his right hand over the end of the quill and it is coated in his bright red blood. He leans down and signs the parchment, an upside down seven is there like the rest of the numbers and signatures that precede it. He stands up straight again.

...Yet friend you are, for now.

He then returns to his seat, again with heavy footsteps.

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Eronarn stands up, wearing flowing robes in garish, almost clashing colors. He walks to the ambassador from Chantha, and taps him on the shoulder, whispering something in his ear. They both leave to another closed room, and discuss for around thirty minutes. When they return, a treaty is announced.

"Let it be known that from now on, Eronarnia and Chantha no longer share a border. A 5 kilometer wide barrier is to be established, and no movement of any kind is to happen either way. This law applies to visitors of both countries. Only commerce that has been appproved by both nations can pass."

Eronarn Palazzo then sits back down to his meal, engaging in idle chatter with anyone nearby.


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The snoring figure in a nearby chair is startled awake by one of his aides, and sits up looking around. The aid whispers in his ear, and the fellow stands up.

he is an old man, very old. his once lusterous black hair has gone parchment white, and much of it has fallen out, apart from the long Warrior's Knot that is an old fashion in Chantha.

his tail's fur, however, is still in rather good condition, with only a little gray in it as it swishes back and forth.

The old skinny gentleman adgusts his voluminous robes, and adresses the council.

"on behalf of the Rouge Nation of Chantha, i hereby accept the terms and conditions of this treaty with Eronarnia." The old man give a slightly shakey, but dignified nod in the direction of Eronarn Palazzo, before continuing.

"furthermore, i wish to inform of Chantha's desire to have relatively closed borders. immigration and travel to Chantha will be strongly screened and policed. whilst we shall not make any agressive moves toward any nation, let it be known that Chantha will defend her borders fiercly from any invaders."

The old man hesitates, and his aid grabs his elbow and whispers vehemently into his ear. after a pause, he continues. "howevwer, we understand that our policy may worry some of the delegates here, as to what Chantha is doing behind her borders."

"our polititcal and military policies are open and easily attainable for public interest. any who wish such information need to but ask for it. Chantha will meet any diplomatic discussion with an open mind. Ammeil Thardin thanks you for your time,"

finished, the old man ince again sits down in his chair, and withing moments is dozing again.

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Not paying much attention to the ghostly figure are the representatives from Plebiana and Velenzuela. Their was a loft of ice and even some fire in the air as the two talked, with the voices now and then getting rather loud. Eventually they stopped talking and rose to speak. Kim started.

"I wish to announce that the People's Republic of Plebiana and the Republic of Valenzuela have agreed on some terms for our co-existance. I have verified the first council of approval and they have agreed with the terms, so the treaty can be effective inmediately."

He nodded coldly Santiago , who was holding the treaty.

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Santiago looks grave, looking at the treaty. Certainly, he is not dealing with an impudent child- so he backtracks.

"My apologies, child- I will of course sign your treaty."

Gracelessly walking over to her, he takes the quill, cuts open his thumb with it and signs his name in his own blood. Once he is done, he licks the blood off and presses his thumb into his shirt- he cut a little deeper than he thought.

He turns to the assembled delegates, standing up on his chair.

"Gentlemen, I am glad you are all enjoying yourselves. However, I have a complaint for our neighbor, Demarchia.

"As a prequil to this, I am glad to report that, due to dealings with the nation of Plebiania, economists have been able to determine the exchange rate between Demarchia and Valenzeula is approximately 1:15. To continue...

"Recently, terrorists originating from Demarchia have crossed our borders and attacked commie farms. 7 of the terrorists were shot dead by the commie farm gaurds, but an unknown number got away, along with several hundred commies. The bodies of the dead will be shipped via truck to Demarchia. The total damages are estimated at about 10,000 Santis- 150,000 Labor Credits. The violated businesses will expect compensation in kind within the week.

"In addition, the government of Valenzeula asks the government of Demarchia to please keep their own business under control. We have no qualms with your people, but we will not abide by terrorist attacks. We ask that you please clamp down on such extremist groups, so that we do not have to expend valuable resources to ensure the safety of our economy.

"Now...on to other business. To the government of Lupine and Wunderland, please do not be alarmed by the buildup of troops approximately 40 miles from your borders. My own troops, and the troops of the esteemed nation of Goldland, are conducting joint exercises out in the feild. If you have problems with its placement, please contact me in private and we will gladly move the exercises somewhere else.

"Lastly, it is my extreme pleasure to announce the opening of an embassy in Plebinia. The Embassy of Valenzeula will represent a beacon of freedom in the name of free enterprise. Plebinian scientists who wish to move to Valenzeula and make ~125 times their current income are welcome to.

That is all, my friends. Thank you."

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The Dragoness representative of Renya sits quietly in a special backless chair made to accomadate her wings and a constantly twitching tail. Her muzzle rests lightly on her interlaced fingers, the picked-over seafood platter in front of her ignored as she gazes around the table with intrigued gold eyes.

Wren speaks up after a few minutes of flicking her attention between Alice and Santiago, "I'll sign Wunderlands treaty. Renya has no desire to impinge on anyone else's business, nor to cause insanity in it's own people. Fair enough deal."

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Eronarn eyes Alice oddly.

"I do not think I will sign. I don't know about you but I find this all rather disturbing, plus I do not think it is my place to regulate my citizens anywhere outside of my country. Perhaps some other time."

He then continues eating.


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The representative of the Confederacy of Chuckleheads has been lounging near a back corner. He now removes his boots from the table he was using as a footstool, puts out his cigar, and puts down his glass of amber liquid and ice. He rises, does the "Picard manuver" with his black leather tunic and approaches the youthful appearing representative of Wunderland.
Bowing formally at the waist, he addresses the lady. "Madam, at this time the Chuckleheads do not wish to enter into formal treaties as outlined. However we do wish to maintain amiable relations with Wunderland and may consider such in the future. Thank you for your time". He then returns to his observational position.

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Alice raises her head and turns unfocused eyes towards Eronarn, "If that is your decision, Eronarn, then I must find a way to help your people. Perhaps you should visit Wunderland more often..." A very slight smile twitches at the corner of Alice's mouth.

Sitting straight in her chair and becoming solid once more, she turns her head towards the Dragoness, nods in leau of a bow, and then turns to delegate from Chantha. Eyes focusing, Alice smiles. "I have seen you so often, m'lord. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Alice raises, walks over the the wizened old man, and whispers something into his ear.

Quetly returning to her seat, she turns her gaze upon Santiago once more, only seen by Santiago, the distinct impression of a smiling Jabberwock ghosted across Alice's face.

Mumbling under her breath as she takes a final sip of tea, "I have many preperations to make..." As soon as the tea cup clinks with it's saucer, an odd expression settles onto Alice's face. Again Alice becomes semi-solid, but this time half of Alice falls through the back of her chair and through the floor... the remaining half of Alice frozen, eyes glazing.

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*quietly to Kestrel Representative*

Have no fear. I have no intention in giving up my position except to someone with whom we could trust. Or at least someone resembling stable *shudders as he gaves towards the various instabilities around the table*

My name is Sean. I am pleased to make your aquaintence. It is a shame we are in such a *searchs for word* chaotic environment, it would be pleasant to get to know you and your country better.

*Pauses while Santiago speaks* Perhaps it will have to wait. Military buildups are never fun, especially that close.


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A person finishes his meal of what appears to be mushroom stew and some unknown meat. He is quite young, and does not look particularily like a fighter. His clothes are covered with what appear to be lizard scales. They are black, but as you look at them you also notice that they look as if they're on fire, belying a magical nature. He is stroking a rather large lizard with scales of a similar kind: They appear to change through all the hues of the rainbow while still mysteriously staying the same colour, reddish yellow. He bends over, and it seems that the lizard is whispering something to him. Moments later, he rises from his seat. His eyes stare vacantly into the distance for a few seconds, before he focuses clears his throat.

"Greetings, honored representatives of the nations of Expataria. I am Immanio, chosen representative of the Pyronic Council of the Dominion of Lacerta Mycopa. Ours is the southern end of the great mountain range, and the lands between there and the sea to the south."

"I hope to be able to discuss trade with many of the representatives here. As you may be aware of, we specialize in the growing of mushrooms for food and the breeding of lizards of all kinds and sizes. I do also hope that agreements can be made about the exchange of knowledge. Our education system is extensive, and we number many inspired scientists and philosophers among our people."

"And thus we reach my first action in this assembly. We in Lacerta Mycopa have realized that true inspiration and wisdom comes when one leaves reality and sanity behind. But for this wisdom to be of any use, one must operate within these confines. Therefore our scholars strive to attain the skill to leave these confines temporarily. Dreaming is the most valued exercise to attain this skill, and as such our dreams must be preserved. I will therefore sign the treaty of Wunderland, which does seem like a fair treaty to me and the Pyronic Council."

Having said this, Immanio picks up his lizard and walks over to the parchment. Letting the lizard nibble his finger, he dips the quill in the blood and signs the document, and a key bearing the number 10 materializes. The closest representatives notice something circular appearing briefly behind the key. Immanio's eyes glint weirdly for a moment, and he cocks his head to one side as if listening to something. Nodding once, he returns to normal. He strokes the lizard again, and his finger suddenly heals. Moving back to his place, the people he passes hear him saying "Yes, Fungus, I think so too."

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Stifling another yawn, Ezelek sat down in his seat, grabbing the napkin that was still folded neatly next to his place, and using it to wipe the excess blood off the palm of his right hand. Funnily enough, the slice had already sealed itself over, not leaving a trace of it's presence, perhaps a side-effect of dabbing the quill into his hand.

Returning to his self-musings, he scanned the delegates and rulers of the countries again, before spotting two familiar faces. Rising from his seat, slipping his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat, he silently made his way across the room, before stopping near the ruler (and her advisor) of Cecily. Out of great respect, he went to one knee, bowing his head, removing his glasses as he did so.

"Lady Cecily. Lord Blue. Let me say it is an honour to finally meet you both."

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Rushing in with some papers, Santiago calls quickly for attention.

"Friends! Friends! I have an important announcement.

Demarchia's economy has hit a new low- because of this, the exchange rate between Labor Credits and Santis has gone up to 100:1, as determined by our economists. However, our country senate has voted on this issue and come to this conclusion:

Until Demarchia's economy becomes more stable, the Labor Credit is no longer considered worth the paper it is printed on, in Valenzeula, for fear of further devaluation. Demarchia is still expected to pay back its debts, however, and will most likely have to do so in the form of equipment. That is all."

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Suddenly, someone began to laugh hysterically. All eyes turned to Arthur when they saw it was he who was laughing.

"Hahaha! That was priceless!" Arther laughed, tears streaming down his eyes as he pounded his fist on the table.

After he stopped laughing so much he began to eat again, still chuckling softly.


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Eronarn eyes the laughing fool, seeming annoyed, then murmurs to the Demarchian ambassador...

"Is it not amazing that ones such as him still manage to have a place in the world, despite all the advancements that have been made?"


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Ignoring the rest of the happenings, Blue slides his chair out at the arrival of Ezelek. Cecily on his shoulder smiles as she stands up along with Blue. He bows, and reaches for Ez's hands, while Cecily flutters to the shoulder of the bowed. Blue speaks with a smile. "Stand, milord... no need for such formalities. Milady?" Cecily nods from the other man's shoulder, offering a bow as she speaks. "Yes... do stand... it is a pleasure to meet you, Ezelek. We've shared a border for such a time and yet never had the chance to speak. I should hope to change that, yes?"

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Rising from his knelt position, Ezelek brushed out the wrinkles in the leather-trenchcoat. Even though Blue had informed him not to trivilate with the formalities, he still kept his head bowed out of respect... After all, both Blue and Cecily had been ruling a nation since before he was born, and would likely to do so until longer after his death, even in he lived until a ripe-old age.

"It has been only a year, M'lady..." He spoke up, his voice soft and demure, full of respect and awe. "Since I became ruler of Elcadia, but sometimes, it does seem like a life-time... The people were so abused by the former ruler, and they fear change of any sort, which is making it extremely difficult for me to make things better... Not to mention that the Council seems to enjoy blocking any decision I make that will not directly benefit them. Sometimes, I wonder if I was right in my decision... To rebel, and execute the old Dictator for his crimes... But I must believe I did the right thing. The people were suffering, even if they all did not see it..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I wish that had no insisted I take a position up as a ruler, though..."

Giving a start, he balked slightly, bowing his head again, some of his dark locks falling across his jade-azure eyes. "Forgive me, My Lady, My Lord... I should not have weighed my own troubles on your already-burdened shoulders. Just dismiss my ramblings of those of a over-worked young fool."

He smiled, a tight-lipped smile of sharing. "And, whilst, Dear Queen, this is the first time you have met me... I have seen you before, when I was but a child. You were adressing your people... And I must say, since it was the first time I had ever seen a fairy, I became somewhat besmitten with you." He gave a lopsided grin at that. "I would be very intrested in entering any talks about relationships between our two nations... Especially, since the Council is not here to block my decisions."

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