Noblesse Summit Invitation

[Squeblish Nef?]

OOC: Doing a Lazepuss, are we?

[arkatahten]

OOC: No point in continuing here if no one plays.

[joncha]

ooc: Verto's been out of town for a few days, and hasn't been able to get online. That's no reason to set him up the x-bomb.

[Squeblish Nef?]

OOC: I can't be logged on to 'Poly constantly, and I certainly can't respond to your post now!

[Uncle Sparky]

"Hmmmm... What a shame... Dreadfully messy," commented Brother Damien to Michaelsen after the Arkatahten delegate seated across from them exploded. "A United Good metaphysicist named Cronenburg used to be able to cause peoples heads to explode by psychically scanning them. Of course, we officially discourage such activity, unless absolutely necessary.
"This seems to have been some sort of incendiary transplant. I suggest we have drinks at the poolside bar while our hosts clean up in here.
"Your government still hasn't adopted a state religion, has it ?"

[Mr. President]

They walked towards the poolside bar. "No, it has not," replied Michaelsen. "But the United Good is becoming more popular in Karakas than some originally expected.

"Sure, a few people complained when a United Good minister in Pendelhaven held a clothes-optional service. But they all pay their taxes on time and they don't criticize the government, so most people don't mind."

"How much do they not mind?"

"I don't know if we're quite ready to become an officially-United Good state yet. Maybe some day."

[Squeblish Nef?]

Kharavos swung down from the upper deck.
"I don't suppose you'd embrace the angelic choir. People seem to have certain problems with total obedience to authority, which is one of our main principles.
Well, officially, that is.
Ah... mmph... that's the stuff! Anybody else want some?"

[arkatahten]

All the people of Arkatahten dead?

The vision of white light burst through Ka-Babel's head once more. In that moment, he knew it for what it was, an explosion, the destruction of his people. At the same moment, small explosions rocked the ship. Ka-Babel passed out.

When he awoke a moment later, he was on his knees and puking. He looked up past the puke to the shoes of the man standing there.

Kasatra swayed a little above him. His compatriots peered over his shoulder. "Didn't get any on my shoes, I hope. Bwwaaahaahaaa, it seems you don't hold your liquor well."

"I..." Ka-Babel said, "I haven't had anything to drink."

"Then I think you better," Kasatra hrumphed and motioned to one of his men to help Ka-Babel to his feet.

On his feet again, Ka-Babel accepted the swig of liquor, gripping the bottle with pale knuckles.

"It's gone," he muttered, leaning against the wall and sliding agape to the floor, where he sat. "It...they're...gone."

"What?"

"My head. I never realized how full it was before. Now it's empty. I don't hear it anymore, messages gone."

Kasatra stared at Ka-Babel like he was a crazy man. Kasatra looked down at the puke, up at Ka-Babel's mouth, and then at the bottle. "Arrrhhh, keep the bottle," he said, producing another one. Then he walked on down the hall, perhaps to check out the source of the explosions.

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Ka-Babel no longer heard the propoganda in his head. The transmissions had been merciless, so merciless that he hadn't even realized what they were, until now, propaganda of mystic religion, a brain control device. Ingenious that the device in his head was not just a bomb to secure his cooperation in the will of Arkatahten, that it was also an electronic whisper constantly feeding him a stream of ideas.

The voice of the heavens. All Arkatahten people had it to some extent or other. It might not have controlled them, but it influenced them.

But the voice was gone.

His comlink beeped. It was Meritatahsherit. She didn't even bother with a secure channel.

"Ka," she said, "they're...they're all dead."

The explosions, he thought. My vision is real.

[Squeblish Nef?]

OOC: We can forget the previous post if you want, arky. There is honestly no need to RP without a nation.

[arkatahten]

OOC: I edited the previous post while leaving all the original text in place.

[Squeblish Nef?]

OOC: Legit.
You going to become a pinko, or what?

[arkatahten]

Meritatahsherit had thought that all the members of their group were dead, but they soon found that at least three others were alive: Romeroy, Tetien, and Lethahti, two Dark Brigadiers and a Holy Ninja.

After communications from Arkatahten stabilized, Meritatah and Ka-Babel learned that their world had changed drastically. Word came from the new government, the Free Government of Arkatahten, that they were to move into the state suite and continue on their mission as delegates.

"I can't join this new government," Ka-Babel murmured to himself.

"What?" Meritatah asked.

"Nothing, nothing. I need to take a little time. I'm going for a walk."

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Ka-Babel found himself looking down over the pool where Brother Damien, Senator Michaelson, and Kharavos Al-Mastif were all congregated. With so many people dead, he wanted to be around others. His boots clinked on the metal steps as he descended to the pool. He motioned to the bartender as he passed, "Arkatahten Pale Ale for me and bring out refills to the three delegates."

"Gentlemen," he said, "anyone know a good doctor who can pull some metal out of my head?"

[Squeblish Nef?]

"Well, our physicians are more dedicated to putting metal tracer beacons into peoples' heads, but you could check up with the First Aiders, if you don't mind brain damage."

[Mr. President]

Michaelsen gave Ka-Babel a strange sort of look. "Are you all right? Should I send for the doctor? Or just get you a Mai Tai?"

[Pave]

Minister Mihailovitsh sat at the bar desk. "One gin tonic, please", he said to the bartender. When he got his drink, he started to talk to the bartender:

"Do you know what? This whole trip was useless."

"Umm."

"No, really! Didn't got into any interesting chats. Didn't got anything important to chat about. And in fact I didn't like the food either."

He sipped some of his drink. He continued to talk, althought the bartender wasn't really listening.

"And now this head-explosion thingie. It seems that everybody in Arkatahten died. I can't belive this. More like this, and I'm calling my helicopter."

Finally bartender interacts to him:
"Well, at least the scenes are wonderful."

Mihailovitsh staired him a bit.
"Umm, yea. By the way, were's our hosts?"

"How should I know."

Mihailovitsh sighed and bought another gin. Suddently he started to sing quietly; "Always look at the bright side of life..."