Posts made in the backup Discord thread, copied & compiled in Forum Megapost. With light polishing.
There had been a dark wooden crate lying inconspicuously in a shadowy corner of the room seemingly placed there by accident and forgotten about. Out of it popped an eccentrically dressed butterfly-like creature from the lands of Indefinite Colour carrying a rainbow-colored umbrella. He had used the method of "Travelling by Coincidence", which meant hopping in a crate and relying on a series of destined coincidental events, often including an array of personnel making small mistakes, to end up where one needs to be. It was an old and reliable trick of concentrated pure luck.
🦋: “Greetings everyone. You don’t know me yet and are probably all confused right now. But I guarantee you have invited me- no rather, you will have been having me invited.” He holds out a letter written by the Pythian Union signed and sent on a date that has not yet come to be. “You see, we have gotten the letter that you will been having sent a few months from now, inviting Indefinite Color to join the union. So the Color Court has decided for me to preemptively arrive to participate in setting up the union, to which you will be getting the idea to invite us to in the future.” He hands the letter to the closest person. “Don’t forget to send us this on the set date, or we will have never been receiving it in the first place.”
Admiral Ÿrÿn takes another few puffs, and glares at the thing, unamused.
Ÿrÿn: So you know the future...?
The fairy guest continues in delighted smile and over-the-top euphoria.
🦋: “That would be an overstatement. But we have proficiency in acting within systems of deterministic chaos. It is a matter of holism. The Lyric Law Ministry has studied the unnumbered strings of events. We dance within the threads of fate and destiny and drama and irony.”
The Admiral lets out a sigh.
Ÿrÿn: Oh you'd hate where I come from...
The delegation of the Grand Duchy of Japuile did not pay much attention to the newcomer, NOW wanting to leave this room as soon as possible.
The Noble Lady has requested an extra cup of tea along with a sandwich for the guest who has arrived so that none will be missed.
The fairy guest grabs the tea and sandwich without looking, seemingly without even noticing his actions himself.
🦋: "All things have their own style. I am sure it is lovely. How boring would the world be without drama. I should introduce myself. I am Faziir, Primrose, Envoy of the Color Court."
Ÿrÿn: Ÿrÿn Mÿrnweÿr, "Fireseer"... Grand-Admiral and head of my Imperium... Well... Unless Allfather is counted...
🦋: "Glad to make your acquaintance Fireseer, Flamewatcher, Blazeobserver, Infernospectator."
For a moment his eyes spark with bright orange flames.
Ÿrÿn: Much obliged...
S-G: ''-Noble Lady Sonia Grandis, Representative of the Grand Duchy of Japuile. Nice to meet you, your butterfly majesty-''
Said the Noble Lady, smiling gently at the new arrival. The secretary, waiting for the continuation of the meetings, took out the comprehensive atlas of butterflies.
🦋: "Delightful, my fancy lady. Fine tea."
From seemingly somewhere in his dresses he produces the comprehensive atlas of humans, inspects a few pages, makes a silly face, and lets it vanish back again.
🦋: "That reminds me, the Court said they were gonna send cake."
Faziir looks around the room and then walks to a second, smaller crate, hidden behind a sheet of cloth.
🦋: "That'll be it."
He opens the crate and takes out two large cakes. He takes out a thin blade from the tip of his umbrella and begins cutting and distributing the slices.
Marry, the representative from Tepror, stands at full attention and yells in an angry manner.
Marry: Alright order in the assembly, now I don’t know who the heck you are or how you got in here, but I will be dammed if I don’t get what I need to say said. So please for the love of god let there be no more distractions...! None...? Good. Now on your tablet I will ask that you sign your internationally or inter dimensionally recognized name, in either your home language or ministry standard.
Ÿrÿn takes yet another puff, and nods.
Marry: And Ÿrÿn, stop it with the pipe, I don’t need a head of state dying because you want to smoke in a pressurized room.
Sonia Grandis of Japuile takes the electric pen from the writing kit the Secretary has brought out and she slowly sign, making sweeping movements with her hand, sometimes slowing down, sometimes speeding up.
