Thanks, I hate it.
Of all possible avenues to play host to his conversation with Rheinfeld, his adjutant had pushed through that the stage would be set at the Green Leaf Pagoda in the North-East of the ancient capital of Nogawa, where the governor generals of the Eternal Empire would reside for almost 120 years after the expulsion of the Imperial dynasty. The courted complex with its intricate classical gardens, not to speak of the obvious pagoda itself, adorned with jade-colored reliefs of Touyou flora, was a stereotypical representation of what the western mind would think when envisioning Touzen.
Hayabusa did not have much patience for this cultural pornography, but he had eventually relented - the argument of great pictures for the inevitable press release, as well as the expectations that Rheinfeld himself would probably have of the place, had weighted heavier than his own sensitivities. Rheinfeld would be getting an oriental grand tour.
"So, what's our priorities?"
The Dictator leaned over to the right side in the back of black limo, where the adjutant was running over the last details for the meeting while they were on the way to the airport to greet the Eiffelandian head of government.
"The Eiffelandians are in need of security after the Seven Days War. We need partners to curtail the Marxists. On paper, it's simple enough. Rheinfeld should see the merit of increasing cooperation with the Anti-State and Lars to stabilize the democratic element in the region - and our position, of course."
Hayabusa merely nodded while his makeup artist was performing final checks and adjustments, wiping away the sweat on his face. Gotta look presentable for the cameras.
Of course he knew all that he had just been told, he just needed somebody to vocalize it. A lot depended on this, really. The end of Trier had been a blessing in disguise, the chance to begin something new and redraw the political landscape of the planet. To put a big blob of Touzen color on it.
"Well, here we are."
@Eiffelland
Of all possible avenues to play host to his conversation with Rheinfeld, his adjutant had pushed through that the stage would be set at the Green Leaf Pagoda in the North-East of the ancient capital of Nogawa, where the governor generals of the Eternal Empire would reside for almost 120 years after the expulsion of the Imperial dynasty. The courted complex with its intricate classical gardens, not to speak of the obvious pagoda itself, adorned with jade-colored reliefs of Touyou flora, was a stereotypical representation of what the western mind would think when envisioning Touzen.
Hayabusa did not have much patience for this cultural pornography, but he had eventually relented - the argument of great pictures for the inevitable press release, as well as the expectations that Rheinfeld himself would probably have of the place, had weighted heavier than his own sensitivities. Rheinfeld would be getting an oriental grand tour.
"So, what's our priorities?"
The Dictator leaned over to the right side in the back of black limo, where the adjutant was running over the last details for the meeting while they were on the way to the airport to greet the Eiffelandian head of government.
"The Eiffelandians are in need of security after the Seven Days War. We need partners to curtail the Marxists. On paper, it's simple enough. Rheinfeld should see the merit of increasing cooperation with the Anti-State and Lars to stabilize the democratic element in the region - and our position, of course."
Hayabusa merely nodded while his makeup artist was performing final checks and adjustments, wiping away the sweat on his face. Gotta look presentable for the cameras.
Of course he knew all that he had just been told, he just needed somebody to vocalize it. A lot depended on this, really. The end of Trier had been a blessing in disguise, the chance to begin something new and redraw the political landscape of the planet. To put a big blob of Touzen color on it.
"Well, here we are."
@Eiffelland
