Osiris Fraternal Order

Time: 2:00PM
Location: The Royal Palace

John strolled into the palace, hands in his pockets. As they came up to the ballroom entrance, he whispered to his daughter. "If you wander off, please stay away from the Pharaoh. He's a bit ... odd." A silence ensued as he walked into the ballroom and sat down. He grabbed a glass and got a drink.

Marselesk was sprinting through the main street of the capital, dodging cars and people with leaps and jumps, in an attempt to not miss the entire party. It has been some time since he last ate, and his latest meal had held him back at his home longer than he had expected. Though he usually enjoys a little play-time with his food, this time it was not timed appropriately. He was surprised what comfort his festive uniform provided as he felt no restraints in his acrobatics. Utilizing his kagune* would probably offer him a much faster path to the Pharaoh's mansion, but he did not feel like causing panic and chaos as well as dropping more gold for repairs.

Finally the royal gates were in his sight and he could engage in the mingling he enjoys so much, as well as getting to know the newest and juiciest rumors. Or perhaps spread a rumor or two, should he feel like it. Sadly, he was put to a sudden halt by the security guards watching over the main gate.

"ID and invitation, please." the guard said with a face of indifference

"Oh, right, i should have it here somewhere" he responded while trying to make sense of the contents of his pocket

"Sir, is that blood on your forehead?"

"I uhh...i promise you this has a very funny story to back it up" he reached something out of his pocket "Here, i found the necessary papers"

"Everything seems to be in order, but you might want to head over to the medical center to get that checked out"

"Oh don't worry yourself, it isn't my blood" he winked as he wiped it away with a cotton tissue

Marselesk proceeded through the courtyard and went straight into the main hall. After taking a couple seconds to look around he finally saw some familiar faces. People from the Osiran courts, some other established individuals, some servants that looked quite plump and tasty, and finally the Pharaoh as well. He was good friends with the Pharaoh, and went right over to give him a friendly slap on the ass.

"Your grace-Jesus i can't say that with a straight face. How have you been lately, mate?"

Pharaoh Festavo Montresor-Stark was walking through the main hall with his security detail when he saw his old friend come up and felt a slap on the ass.

"I have been doing pretty good, man. What about you?" Festavo smiled at Marselesk and was happy his old friend could make it.

Festavo and Marselesk knew each other for a long time. They were both involved in same military and became fast friends. Now Marselesk was one of the chosen few who lead that military and the Pharaoh still maintained an honorary rank there.

Time: 2:15PM
Location: Main Hall

From the Courtyard, Andrew and Isabella walked through into the lit main room.

"Lots of people here Isabella."

"Dont need to tell me. Where's our table?"

"I don't know, but I can see Fest and Marslesk over there...."

"Where!?"

"There... over there..."His eyes narrow as he looks at his wife

"Oh, then we could go great them. Shall we?" Crap.

As they walked on to greet Fest and Marslesk, Andrew held Isabella close. Bitch I'm keeping my eye on you. So you don't try anything or the first place we going after this is my lawyers office.
As they came closer, they warmly greeted them.

"Hi Marslesk.....Hey Fest!" Oooooh.....

"Hello Festova, Marslesk" Could she be any more obvious.

"SHIT!" John tripped over a chair as he was trying to get up to see Andrew. "I think I'd better lay off the drinks for a bit, eh?" He quipped to his daughter. As they walked over, she had to stop him from tripping a few more times. "Dad, really, don't have any more today, okay? You tend to drink a bit too much at these places." She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed her father's slight drunkeness.

Pharaoh Festavo Montresor-Stark saw as Andrew and his stunning wife came to greet him. There was something about his wife...she was yearning for something. Interesting. She seemed rather...excited to see him.

"Hello, Andrew. Are you introduce me to this gorgeous woman you have here? Festavo admired the woman's physique and glanced at Marselesk with a grin.

Festavo Montresor-Stark wrote:Thu Jan 28, 2016 4:15 pmPharaoh Festavo Montresor-Stark saw as Andrew and his stunning wife came to greet him. There was something about his wife...she was yearning for something. Interesting. She seemed rather...excited to see him.

"Hello, Andrew. Are you introduce me to this gorgeous woman you have here? Festavo admired the woman's physique and glanced at Marselesk with a grin.

Oh Uh uh. Not a chance.

Kajan wrote:Mon Jan 25, 2016 5:57 am"SHIT!" John tripped over a chair as he was trying to get up to see Andrew. "I think I'd better lay off the drinks for a bit, eh?" He quipped to his daughter. As they walked over, she had to stop him from tripping a few more times. "Dad, really, don't have any more today, okay? You tend to drink a bit too much at these places." She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed her father's slight drunkeness.

Out of the corner of his eye, Andrew saw John falling to the floor. Taking the opportunity, he diverted from Festavo and headed to help John, gently pulling Isabella with him.

"Andrew. It's very rude to ignore people like that. Especially the Pharaoh and the BoH Major"

"Well, I'm sorry for interrupting you gooey eye moment for someone who is not your husband and wanting to help a friend!" Yeah so shut up. Hm. Divorce might be closer than I thought.

As Andrew - and an "innocent" Isabella - approach John and his daughter, Andrew extends his hands in greeting.

"Hey John, whats up. You didn't tell me you had a daughter, look at her, she takes after her father."

"Oh, hey Andrew. She isn't mine. (heh) She's from a relative of mine - they couldn't look after her. How've you been?"

Kajan wrote:Mon Feb 01, 2016 10:31 am"Oh, hey Andrew. She isn't mine. (heh) She's from a relative of mine - they couldn't look after her. How've you been?"

"Oh sorry my mistake, I'm fine, doing abit of work here and there, trying to keep people happy. But enough about me, what about you!"

"Hi Kajan, what your relative's name?" - Isabella

"Oh, I'm doing fine, been looking around for a new place though. And Isabella, her father's name was Billy-Joel Digdug."