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Post by Wolfgang Murinyo Mon Jun 10, 2013 10:58 am

It was a shady affair in the land of the Morté that Geles. A shady affair... And a slim affair. You could say it was a Slim Shady affair. And in exact accordance with such a Shady, yet Slim affair, the man in the garish hot pink suit and bunny ears had a jar of M&Ms beside him. You could also say that his favorite character on How I Met Your Mother is Marshall... Because Marshall matters. Marshall... Mathers. Also known as Elliot. All of this, this information... It was INCREDIBLY vital as it occurred, is still important, and will be necessary in the future! That said, it is completely irrelevant to anything, particularly so this meeting.

As it was, this meeting was due to take place between an Amestrian diplomat and the leader of the Ciel Dominion, very much a nearly literal Bunny-Eared Lawyer on the very day, as he was, in fact, the man in the pink suit and bunny ears. One would be tempted to ask why he bought a pink suit, but he actually put his black suit in the wash with a jar of cotton candy, thus dying it pink. Now, as to how a black suit could turn pink just like that, or more importantly, how it survived being machine-washed, rather than dry-cleaned, I can offer no explanation. Neither can I explain why he was wearing bunny ears...

One could also give little explanation for the room he was in. It was inexplicably filled with exactly 68 people, including himself, 34 of which were dancing to his Barenaked Ladies CD, because chikity china, the Chinese chicken, they have a drumstick, and their brain stopped ticking. Or something. The remaining 33 were dressed in all black, covered in glitter, and wore far too much makeup. They were all crammed together in the one inexplicably dark corner of the rather brightly lit room, which should now be revealed to be a 1970s style discotheque, hissing at those who came a bit too close.

It was just the perfect place for a diplomatic meeting! Loud music, a lot of people, and a chocolate pudding fountain, which Wolfy poured himself a nice mug of, sipping the pudding, because one must drink chocolate pudding, rather than eat it. Truefax. As he did so, he heard footsteps from above, and quickly ascended the ladder at the far end of the room, tossing his mug of pudding aside, momentarily. Spryly, he reached the top of the ladder, emerging under... A garbage bag. Yes, he had, indeed, just come from a trapdoor secret lair beneath a dumpster bin. Hoping it wasn't the trash truck (it WAS Wednesday, you know... One flaw in location.), he peered up, ninja-like over the edge, seeing a brown-haired... Girl? Man? Girlyman? Nah, it was a guy, as Wolfy could tell by his well-toned nose (only manly men have muscular noses! Even if only Wolfy can notice them.), though he looked a bit feminine. LOL, HE HAS SUCH LONG HAIR. Disregard the fact that Wolfy's hair is twice-thrice as long. At any rate, Wolfy smiled a cheerful smile as he rather abruptly flung himself halfway out of the bin, grabbing Alex by his shoulders, pulling him into the bin.

The two dropped through the door into an escalator that seemed to materialize where the ladder was before, because really, you shouldn't expect continuity, of all things, while in Gelemort. As they reached the bottom, Wolfy pulled Alex up, brushed off the poor guy's hat, and extended a hand to shake, which he did rather enthusiastically. "Aiyyo, brob'dy, ow'ya do'n, ee?~ 'Scusin'z me pullin' youse down'ya, had'a rescer'youse from da big'n'fraidy trashman; 'slike the eggman, 'cept widda compacty trash-smashin' what'sit, aye? YEEEEEEEERP."
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Post by Guest Sun Jul 07, 2013 6:01 pm

Things took a turn for the... well, Alex wasn't sure this could be considered for better or for worse. It was just... different. Everything about it was different: the country, the circumstances, and especially, ESPECIALLY, the person. Wolfgang Murinyo, the leader of Gelemorté, whose reputation was neither good, nor bad, just different. Interestingly enough, the now-appointed diplomat couldn't form an opinion on much of anything at the moment, given his new surroundings. Everything had happened so quickly that he couldn't tell left from right nor up from down, and it was with great difficulty that he managed to locate Wolfgang's face in all of - was that a chocolate fountain? One thing was certain - the brunette was grateful and happy that he remembered to take his medication before embarking on this perilous journey.

"Aiyyo, brob'dy, ow'ya do'n, ee?~ 'Scusin'z me pullin' youse down'ya, had'a rescer'youse from da big'n'fraidy trashman; 'slike the eggman, 'cept widda compacty trash-smashin' what'sit, aye? YEEEEEEEERP."

"I- what?" Looking around, he got to his feet, stumbling a bit. This was far from what he expected when he traveled out to meet with the man. It was meant to be a meeting with a business feel, considering how serious the subject was. Of course, now that he tried thinking about it, he couldn't quite remember what it was. "Thank you, I guess, Mr. Murinyo. I don't think being tossed in a trash compactor is very, uh... healthy." Taking the man's hand gently, yet firmly, he shook it and did his best to smile. "Ah, I'm Alexander Krull, Head of Political Affairs at Fort Briggs...though I'm sure you knew that."

Stepping off of the escalator, he took in his surroundings. Everything seemed rather 70's, especially the creepy-looking group in the corner of the room. He was tempted to comment on the unorthodox meeting place, but re-considered. After all, he was here with one of the most eccentric people on the planet - no, in the universe. All in all, he only hoped he would leave this meeting with his sanity intact and alive. Injuries would be alright, he supposed, but as long as he didn't die in the process, things would be just fine and dandy.

"Well, I'm really here to do a sort of routine check-up, to see how things are going on your end. I want to make sure that our two nations stay in good relations, and though I really only speak for Briggs, I like to get my information straight from the source, you know?" Pausing to give the man time to listen and absorb, he shrugged. "I can listen to others give me bits and pieces of their conversations with country leaders, or what they heard from their superiors, but the only way I'll know the real truth if if I come and ask you. So here I am." That wasn't to say that he couldn't perhaps enjoy his stay in the country, as there were likely interesting things to see and do, but this was what he originally came for. To neglect that would be to shrug off the position granted to him, and that was something he wasn't too keen on doing.

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Post by Wolfgang Murinyo Sun Jul 14, 2013 10:23 am

Ahhh, confusion... The madman that the mad land called its mad king madly remembered the days he had been confused...

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Those were fun days, probably. Not that he could remember any of them, HAHAHA! But he nodded quite seriously as Alex spoke, or at the very least, as seriously as one CAN nod whilst wearing a pink formal suit and pink bunny ears. "Mmmmhmya, das zackly what'sit I thoughtses, 'ches 'y we gotsa hideways from dem trashmen, did I mentioned how much'n thems'eggmen gots in common, aye, yah? Ain'ts v'ry goodiehealthy feryas at all, noways, nohows, yup yup!" And indeed; trash collectors were obviously all eggmen and walruses in disguise anyways. Wolfy, however, could see through their disguises! Just like he could see through sandpaper! It was due to his mystical psionic abilities, obviously.

As Alex took him by the hand, Wolfy heard his greeting, not really shaking his hand until after he introduced himself, at which point, he hugged Alex, before slowly doing a twirl under the other man's arm, like a puhrdy puhrncess. "Nicetameetchas, Alexy Krullhead of P'litics and Affairs at Briggs! May I says youse gatta nice choice've bratwursts and cracker cheeses? I'ma da Wolfygang Murinyo, bee-tee-double-yoo, this is be mah place rightchayah!~" Although technically, the entire NATION was his "place"... The underground disco, of course, was a nice place to call his own, though. So he did. Club Underwear, it was called, actually. Because you had to be wearing a hat to get in, and it was underground! That could definitely not be taken the wrong way, ever, haw haw haw!

Alex switched languages to Gelemortian, it seemed, and Wolfy blinked slightly in surprise. WOT. But they were conversing so well in Amestrian! Why change that now? Unless... UNLESS ALL OF THE TRASHMEN SPOKE AMESTRIAN, OMAI. It made perfect sense, almost! "Routinni, eh? Wells, why din'tcha says so! Din'even knows dey had pasta checker-uppers in ole 'Mestris, act'ly, but sure, youse can lookit our fine selection of routinni!" Obviously a pasta check-up. Though he was exactly certain why the pasta needed to be checked on, he thought it was quite a responsible collection of noodles, y'know? Ah well, maybe it was misbehaving in Gelemort. "Ands on our end, things're goin' fantasticals, thanksies f'raskin's!~ Good relations is great'n'gran', spick'n'span, 'n'alls dat, 'chaknowin'?"

As Alex paused to allow Wolfy to listen and absorb, Wolfy absorbed. Namely, he stepped into a puddle, with two sponges strapped to his feet, and attempted photosynthesis with two large leaves, despite being underground, in a nightclub. Then he turned back to Alex, who continued talking, as did himself, seemingly not acting out of the ordinary at all, despite the quite recent oddity he'd just performed. "Well that's not 'tiredly trues." Giving a sagely nod, he spoke to Alex in regard to coming to the source being the only way of getting the true truth. "I coulda's comed ta youse! Udder'n DAT, tho', not no other'in way, nyahnuh-uh."

And then of course, after a brief pause, and a moment of awkward silence, an idea struck the mad kings mind. "Soes, I'ma propose we finishes this 'scussion elsewheres, wanna help me witta 'lil national 'mergency? Won't be easy, we'se gotta trek over the hard mountains and through the hard valleys, and over the hard rivers, but the grassy hills are so soft and fluffeh on meh face, come on, it'll be fun!~" That said, he glomped Alex backwards, into an elevator that mysteriously replaced the escalator. "ON TO ADVENTCHA!~"
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