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Leaf Lotical

Terran Businessman

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gasmask

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Leaf Lotical


Leaf is just your average businessman.

So begins...

Leaf Lotical's Story

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#, as written by Gasmask
A businessman had been walking across the street when he saw the group of men enter the news station. The man was called Leaf, and he had been looking for a new business since the one he had owned had been taken over by very angry zombies, and those disgruntled customers had killed his only staff and he wanted to tell his fellow businessmen to unite and get some much needed compensation.

Leaf crossed to the doors and tried to open them to no avail. The businessman took a few steps back and begun to call the station, which again, he got no reply. Leaf sighed and crossed to the other side of the street and turned in the direction of home when he realized just how wrong that a radio station would be shut without a note on the front door like this on a business day.

Leaf called the police.

The setting changes from Wing City to Wing City Conference Center

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Ariel Moore Character Portrait: John Rosenthal Character Portrait: Giles Fabron
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#, as written by Gasmask
Leaf hadn't been outside since his business had been put down by a bunch of cybernetic monsters, and so, he'd visited the gun-range every day till he was allowed an open carry permit. With that permit, he bought the biggest pistol he could find. But it wasn't until he met Giles, that he had faith that the chaos in Wing City would ever change.

Leaf mingled with the political crowd briefly before striding across to Ariel Moore, trying not to look too intimidated by her and the glowing robot. "Excuse me, I need to give Mr. Fabron these papers, I'm his assistant." The ex-businessman smiled his flashy white smile and held out a card with his other hand. "My number is on this, maybe I could be your assistant too?"

If she permitted, he'd step right past her if she wasn't paying proper attention.

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Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: The Custodis Benevolentia Character Portrait: LDA Agent
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#, as written by Saarai
It was a rare sight to see Fatin Alfarsi and Mary Munroe at events like this, the two leaders of the Invictus were always busy or preferred to stay out of the spotlight. But, tonight they had made their presence known. They were no strangers to philanthropy, donating to charity and the local police force in bulk.

Of course they weren't alone, a few escorts clad in black jumpsuits and armored vests staying near the two women. Wing City may have improved, but not every asshole and would-be terrorist had been captured. It was better safe than sorry.

"I don't understand why you couldn't bring the Brit with you." Phinx said as she and the others moved deeper into the conference center. She was dressed in a black pantsuit, a purple turtleneck wore beneath her suit jacket to keep up with her everlasting trend of squeezing the color everywhere she could.

Her partner-in-crime, Stryfe, wore a black dress and equally black corset over it. The angel wings tattooed on her back exposed for all to see, as well as a decent amount of cleavage and overboob thanks to her choice in clothing.

"You look like a classy pirate wench." Phinx said, "Or, a Victorian prostitute." Sandman added, "Or an extra in the first Matrix." Niko interjected, "You know, that scene where Neo goes to meet Trinity and they're in that weird goth orgy club?" He asked, "Ha! You do a little." Phinx said to Stryfe.

"You're all fired." Stryfe said, stepping out in front of the group to lead them ahead. "Okay, everyone go mingle. Find drinks, whatever. I'm going to... survey the area." Stryfe told the others.

"That means she's going to try to find a guy, or girl, to screw when this is over or while this is going on." Phinx explained, "Whatever happens, happens." Stryfe said, breaking off from the group.

"How isn't she patient zero for a new strain of ultra-Herpes?"

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Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: The Custodis Benevolentia Character Portrait: LDA Agent
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The place was loaded with all manner of people, and he had secured himself a place among its patrons. Bruce Wayne, dressed in a plain black suit, a white dress shirt with a red tie, and shiny black dress shoes, strode through the crowd with a glass of ginger ale in hand, passing the carbonated beverage off as champagne. He walked about, shaking and kissing hands, depending on the gender of those he encountered. He wore a large, rather oafish smile, painted across his face like a pearly masterpiece.

His eyes scanned the crowd, the facial recognition software in his contact lens gathering information on the function's patrons. Many were politicians, others were security, and some were of other renown. However, he was merely here to keep up appearances. Getting adjusted to Wing City hadn't been easy: he hadn't gone out in costume in some time, and had largely kept to himself recently.

Tonight, though, he was going to try to enjoy himself, as well as hope to meet some interesting people. He held out hope that he would meet someone beneficial to Batman.

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> Scanning......Target Identified: Bruce Wayne: CEO Of Wayne Enterprises; Philanthropist: Presence Unexpected; Must Be Kept Under Watch

STRONG-ARM had quickly looked over some key newcomers, but its "interest" was rather piqued by the arrival of Gotham's favorite son. Bruce Wayne was an unexpected visitor indeed, and his turning up was somewhat strange. However, STRONG-ARM had a patrol to resume, and couldn't dwell on contemplating the issue for long. It merely kept scanning faces, and looking for any signs of trouble.

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Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: The Custodis Benevolentia Character Portrait: LDA Agent
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#, as written by Varden
The Varden Councilor smiled and like most, glanced about the huge room. None of the big players that had arrived went unnoticed but John did no let unpleasant company ruin his pleasant disposition. He was not here to dwell on the past.

"That means she's going to try to find a guy, or girl, to screw when this is over or while this is going on." Phinx explained, "Whatever happens, happens." Stryfe said, breaking off from the group.

"How isn't she patient zero for a new strain of ultra-Herpes?"


John had trouble maintaining the smile upon his face. "Seems I came into the conversation at just the wrong moment. No matter. It is good to see you and your cohorts are doing well Lady Stryfe." He would greet the woman with a friendly smile, nod, and a firm handshake of she permitted him. "Excellent that the Invictus could attend an event such as this.", he said.

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The Express News crew had finished setting up. The technician was performing a camera and transmission test on the APD that was now hovering at a nearby wall.

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Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Ariel Moore Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Najia Okeke Character Portrait: Leaf Lotical
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The old man was almost surprised. Many familiar faces had entered the room, many of which he could name. He had expected the event to be smaller. It was a pleasant thought, however. Perhaps his hopes of winning the election were not so far away at this time like he had suspected.

Giles gave Mollem’s hand a tight shake, a friendly smile given to him. “Thank you, thank you. I’m not too well known just yet, but I’m climbing the ranks slowly. Also, we appreciate your donation to the Funds Against Famine.” He gave him a nod, but found himself facing yet another person as the man went to take his seat. Before he could even ask who he was.

“But who could ignore these people, most of who’ve had their homes taken away in such an unforgiving fashion? Any true citizen of Wing City would understand. Nevertheless, thank you. May I ask, what is your name? You are from Hafirjan, am I correct?”

Meanwhile, Ariel gave Leaf a look of genuine loathing. She jammed her thumb in the direction of Giles. “That way, if you want the old man. You can keep the card. Really,” she rumbled, hands clasped behind her back. Everything about her was telling Leaf to move on. “You can give him the papers yourself.”

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Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Najia Okeke Character Portrait: Leaf Lotical
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#, as written by Gasmask
"Ice queen." Leaf mumbled, shaking his head, putting the card back into his backpocket and approaching Giles, rifling though the papers and finding the right page before passing it off. "Excuse me, sir. Just some minor updates and amendments to some of the events guests, some of them you might find interesting." Leaf would try and pass the sheet of paper over to the politician.

Leaf would turn to respectfully Najia and nod. This was a far cry from his business. The Aschen weren't even allowed in his old workplace, but everything had to the change for the best, right? Right.

Leaf could hope.

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Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Najia Okeke Character Portrait: Leaf Lotical
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"The pleasure is all mine," replied the old politician to her. "Enjoy the dinner, Miss Okeke."

As Leif approached him, the Giles turned his attention around. "Yes? Leaf, I'm not sure this is the time, but..." He took the paper and looked it over quickly, getting the general idea. He wasn't quite sure what could be so urgent.

The setting changes from Wing City Conference Center to Wing City Hall

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Character Portrait: Gabriel Ereb Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Janis McMorrow Character Portrait: Isaac Bowdoin Character Portrait: Miss Alieca Keyes Character Portrait: Leaf Lotical
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#, as written by Ylanne
The grand reception hall in the heart of the center of Wing City's municipal government had never before hosted an event of such political importance as the debate between the candidates vying for the Central Aslundan seat in parliament. The thick, navy blue drapes that normally covered the arching Palladian windows along either side of the hall had been drawn back with tassels that Detective Isaac Bowdoin judged with a smirk were about as big as his fist. Unlike the last time he'd been here, which was the previous night during a final security check with that obnoxious NPA liaison, he could actually see into the hall without having to sheepishly yoink a uniformed officer's flashlight. The sun was a nice touch, though he very nearly snickered aloud at the thought of the camera operators by the windows at the front, who were no doubt struggling to find the best possible angle without accidentally backlighting the candidates too much. It was too bad they hadn't quite arrived.

Isaac reached into his pocket, hoping to steal a glance at the time on his phone, but much to his consternation, all he could see was his own dark-skinned reflection on a black screen. "Don't tell me you let your phone go dead on the job," came a light, perhaps mocking voice from behind him.

Isaac started to turn, catching a surprisingly strong whiff of what smelled like the latest Michel Doudonne cologne. "Shit, don't tell me you're going to snitch on my ass to the Chief." Too late, he realized that the rather short, rotund woman raising her eyebrow at him was Janis McMorrow, the TNG Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"You could do yourself a favor and not give me any reason to bother your boss," McMorrow said, still smiling. Isaac shrugged, stuffing his phone back into his pants pockets. He was wearing a navy blue suit, almost the same color as the drapes, the only one he owned, and he'd had to all but whack his loser roommate over the head to force the kid, whom Isaac suspected spent most of his time in Wing City's red light district, to dig through his own mountain of unwashed laundry to retrieve Isaac's suit. He hadn't even bothered to ask how it'd gotten down there, but as it turned out, the angular-faced Avorian who'd opened the place sometime last year wasn't particularly thrilled with Isaac's near-groveling for her to please get it cleaned before the debate. "Your shirt and pants're wrinkled, you know. Doesn't WCPD have any standards for dress these days?"

Isaac looked down at himself, flushing. He exhaled audibly. "It's my court suit. I had to testify in three cases last week." Despite his attempts to maintain a level tone, a tinge of defensiveness made its way to his voice.

"Well, at least you're not Ereb or Fabron. Imagine if one of them showed up looking like that." McMorrow smirked, straightening the lapels of her own suit, which Isaac found decidedly straight and angled. Probably another way the Minister had subconsciously retained some standards of dress from her own military background. "All right, time to get started." She gave him a friendly pat on the arm and then strode to the stage, immediately culling silence from the excited chatter in the audience and among the media crew members.

"Welcome to the Central Aslundan Parliamentary Debates," said McMorrow, standing at a podium centered on the makeshift platform between four other identical podiums, two on each side and all draped with the TNG flag in maroon and gold. "I'm pleased to serve as your host and moderator this fine afternoon, and look forward to our no doubt rousing exchange of ideas between your candidates, Mr. Gabriel Ereb and Mr. Giles Fabron, each with their secretaries Ms. Alieca Keyes and Mr. Leaf Lotical." She gave a smile for the cameras, folding her hands neatly atop the podium.

"Wing City's own Gabriel Ereb, the CEO of Ereb Industries, has been campaigning diligently on his platform as a successful business visionary and entrepreneur. Originally from London, Mr. Ereb hopes to bring his significant background in business management and philanthropy to represent the people of Central Aslund. In contrast to Mr. Ereb, I am pleased to introduce to you Giles Fabron, the local philanthropist behind the Funds Against Famine campaign, who brings his lifelong experiences as a citizen of Wing City to his campaign -- a real everyman, or so he would have you believe." McMorrow chuckled a bit, knowing the candidates were waiting for her cue to emerge from the side room behind the platform. "With us today will also be Mr. Ereb's running mate, Alieca Keyes, an Aschen-born aspiring attorney closely affiliated with her MP candidate's company, and Mr. Fabron's running mate, Leaf Lotical, a businessman whose last venture was overrun by errant zombies, I'm sure to his dismay. Perhaps he will make his more successful debut in politics instead."

Isaac leaned against one of the windows, arms folded across his chest, as the occasional update filtered through his earpiece. Security would be tight today, since any incident would cast a terrible shadow over all of WCPD's careful planning. The windows were bulletproof, but despite knowing that intellectually, Isaac couldn't help but feel terribly exposed with his back to the glass. When he brought his attention back to the Minister, McMorrow was gesturing openly to the audience. "And without any further ado, I present to you your lovely candidates." Then there was applause, and Isaac straightened, scanning the entrances and exits for what must have been the umpteenth time.

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Character Portrait: Captain Agares Narkel Character Portrait: Gabriel Ereb Character Portrait: Ereb Alpha Troopers Character Portrait: Paia Character Portrait: Verhasst Character Portrait: Giles Fabron
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There was an eruption of photography flashes and applause as a figure emerged from backstage. He was an older man clad in an exquisite midnight blue tailored suit that was adorned with onyx cufflinks. A deep purple necktie was tucked neatly beneath the collar of a snow white buttoned-down shirt and suit jacket. White hair receded from his forehead and flowed downward in a sharply trimmed and groomed beard. Aged wrinkles marked his face as intelligent, observant, and lively blue eyes scanned the crowd. Gabriel Ereb smiled warmly and waved as he approached the podium.

"Thank you, Ms. McMorrow." Gabriel responded in his trademark intelligent and dignified British accent. "It's good to be here, and I look forward to discussing our plans to create a better tomorrow for Aslundians and all Terrans alike."

Meanwhile, Shadow-Sabre and Verhasst paced the catwalk above the stage. Their bodies were wrapped in black mesh that defined chiseled and compact muscles. Metallic helmets clung to their heads, complete with breathing masks. Several compartments along with sheathed combat knives and pistols were attached to their waists. Large Ereb Blast Rifles were gripped tightly in their hands. Shadow-Sabre supplemented his blaster with a katana that was sheathed snugly on his back. Observant and alert eyes scanned the area through dark visors.

"Initiate environment security scan." Shadow-Sabre called out on their secure channel.

Several other Alpha Troopers dotted the area, hidden in advanced cloaking. Their network of sensors weeded through the crowd, tagging every person with varying degrees of threat levels. Paia, the artificial super-intelligence that administrated their data, scanned for weapons, abnormal or aggressive body language, and anything that may prove a threat to the proceedings.

<< Environment scan complete. No immediate threats detected. Stay frosty. >>

"Spasibo, Paia." Verhasst replied. "Stay sharp, comrades."

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Character Portrait: Captain Agares Narkel Character Portrait: Gabriel Ereb Character Portrait: Ereb Alpha Troopers Character Portrait: Paia Character Portrait: Delta Vargas Character Portrait: Ariel Moore
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It was shortly after that a similarly aged man, who was also similarly dressed to Gabriel in a black suit, shirt a pale blue, tie boldly red and gold, walked onto the stage, giving the crowd a cheery wave. He had put his name out there for his charity, and there were enough faces in the crowd that he vaguely recognized from the dinner. A hundred small wrinkles bunched at his cheeks in a very soft smile, which he attempted to exchange with his competitor.

He didn't open with a word to the audience, such as Mr. Ereb did, in what reminded Giles of a talk show personality. He swept his eyes about the audience, and instead nodded to Isaac.

Mr. Ereb was not the only one with security about. There were two young women about, both very distinct from one another. Delta Vargas and Ariel Moore, one hidden within the crowd, one backstage.

One couldn't be too safe in Wing City.

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Character Portrait: Captain Agares Narkel Character Portrait: Gabriel Ereb Character Portrait: Ereb Alpha Troopers Character Portrait: Paia Character Portrait: Delta Vargas Character Portrait: Ariel Moore
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#, as written by Ylanne
"The way this'll work, for all you folks tuning in from home," said McMorrow, nodding to each of the candidates as they took their positions on the platform, "is that Mr. Ereb and Mr. Fabron will each have five minutes to make an opening statement outlining their platforms and key policy proposals. Afterward, I have prepared a set of questions for our candidates, some addressed to Mr. Ereb and some to Mr. Fabron. For direct responses, the candidates will have two minutes to respond. After each response, the other candidate will have an opportunity to rebut once for one minute. At the conclusion of the evening, each candidate will have the option to give a five minute closing statement."

Isaac kept his eyes on Giles, giving him a brief smile in return, though his attention remained on the potential entrances and exits in the event of any disruption. He'd heard around the WCPD headquarters that someone had suggested the Intelligence Director moderate the debate--a suggestion that had undoubtedly been shot down almost immediately. Isaac could almost hear Drulović's response, and barely refrained from chuckling aloud. I think your suggestion might give that slice of Swiss cheese in your sandwich some good competition for number of holes. He wondered how long, exactly, before that intrepid minister (a politician, no doubt) had been talked out of even attempting to approach her with the proposition before McMorrow's name had finally come up.

"I've tossed a coin before we opened tonight, and Mr. Ereb will have the first opportunity to make an opening statement, followed by Mr. Fabron. For concluding statements, it will be the reverse order. The candidates have not been provided with this information or with any copies of the questions, in order to ensure as much fairness as possible." McMorrow drew her features tightly together as she looked toward Gabriel. "Mr. Ereb, the floor is yours."

Isaac stifled a yawn. Great. A good two hours stuck listening to two old white men talking politics and making promises they couldn't keep or possibly didn't even care to bother with after assuming office. Definitely not what he planned and definitely not more entertaining than a good first-person-shooter game on his new system.

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Character Portrait: Captain Agares Narkel Character Portrait: Gabriel Ereb Character Portrait: Ereb Alpha Troopers Character Portrait: Paia Character Portrait: Delta Vargas Character Portrait: Ariel Moore
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"Thank you, Miss McMorrow." Mr. Ereb clears his throat. "First of all, I would like to say that I am not a run-of-the-mill politician, but don't take my word for it... Let my record - my actions - speak for me. I promised to help pull Wing City and Terra out of the ashes of war. I promised to help rebuild and bring us into a better tomorrow... I have fulfilled - and am fulfilling - those promises. Homes have been rebuilt. The unemployed now have jobs to feed their families. My own elite security forces, who are with us today, have foiled over a dozen terrorist threats against the good people of Aslund and have worked to keep the citizens of Wing City safe."

"As your representative," he continued, "I wish to continue fulfilling those promises. First, we must secure ourselves - from threats both foreign and domestic. We are a young nation born from the bloodbath of war. It will take time and character for the intergalactic community to take us seriously. As representative, I will first focus on legislation to crack down on crime - particularly against gang activity, illegal immigration, and the drug trade - and raise the budget for law enforcement so they can acquire the numbers and equipment they desperately need. Similarly, we must make preparations to defend ourselves against foreign threats that may prey upon us like schoolyard bullies."

"Next, I will make way for increased standards in education and institute more aid for the bright minds of our next generation. In order to succeed as a nation we must learn from the past, prepare for the future, and always look forward. We must raise a generation of scientists and engineers to pave a way for a better tomorrow. Scientific innovation will be a key principle if we plan to keep pace with our neighbors."

The setting changes from Wing City Hall to Parliament's Chambers

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Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor Character Portrait: Sarangerel
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#, as written by Nemo
Government Center, Parliament's Chamber
Day of Inauguration
Midday


The Chamber was packed, throes of reporters, politicians and citizens filling the vast sea of chairs in the galleries and balconies of the enormous atrium. A hundred different conversations went on at once, the room abuzz with the excitement of the coming events - the inaugurations of the new parliament chairmen and the prime minister.

On the ground floor, nearest to the massive podium at center stage, the parliament elects and the soon-to-be prime minister (as well as their respective secretaries) would likely be milling about, talking with one another. They would be called to the podium soon enough, and would be sworn into their chosen office in front of both a live and media audience that literally spanned into the billions.

"Excellent edits, Najia," Rubano smiled as he perused his recently-revised speech over a holopad, "as usual, of course. Superb translation to common." He beamed at his secretary. "Your grasp of the western languages is practically on par with my own. You are a quick study."

He pocketed the holopad and made a quick scan around the room for a particular face.

((No posting order until the ceremony begins. Fraternize and write at your own leisure.))

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Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor
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Flanked by two large, well dressed men in dark suits and glasses, with each man sporting an arm band with a rather familiar dog's face logo, Chloe McGregor had been mingling in a rather isolated part of the Parliament chambers. Though both security men appeared unarmed, they were quite the opposite. Sitting at a table was a handsome blonde man who managed to make it to see his daughter's inauguration into Parliament.

The Blonde seemed to forgo the Imperial Aschen regalia for a more conservative grey pinstriped suit, a dark blue tie, and a pair of glasses to disguise his face. Afterall, with their medical technology. Aschen didn't wear glasses.

Chloe fussed for a moment, and then she checked her watch.

"I need to go find my Secratery." She said to the blonde seated at the table.

Her eyes only briefly met Rubano's as she moved through the crowds of News and other guests, making her way over towards the bathrooms, maybe to slink into hiding.

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Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor
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#, as written by Tiko
"Thank you," Najia replied. "It has been an honor to run with you."

Her Hafirjan accent was thick, and her th's came out sounding closer to d's, but her grammar and sentence structure were more than fluent.

"Though I sometimes wonder what you would do without me," she teased.

To accentuate her point, she perused her own holopad briefly before pulling up a map of Terra off the internet that she turned towards him.

Hafirjan was notably southwest of Aslund - which in turn was the eastern most continent. Though she knew his reference to the 'western' languages was likely nothing more than a slip of the tongue, she jumped at the opportunity for some light teasing.

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Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor
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#, as written by Zarhara
Victor looked around the room quietly observing the discussions through the clamor.Victor smiled he knew now that this was going to be a whole different world. Would this governing body might actually rise to the occasion and set fourth a new brighter age for Terra or would they forsake the nation they were going to be sworn to lead. Victor took a deep breath. "This is it." He muttered under his breath.

With a glance he noticed a familiar face and walked over to Giles Fabron. "Mr. Fabron, congratulations on your election." Victor said with a smile. "And thanks once again for your generosity and assistance in Gonthar."

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Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor
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#, as written by Lobos
Standing apart from the clean cut politicians in his traditional coat, even freshly cleaned as it was, Max had taken pains to dress more than the minimum for the occasion. Still, he felt out of place among the born and bred politicians that comprised much of the crowd, the livelihood of soldiering more...hands on then paperwork. Still, he'd agreed to run with Rhea for the sake of pushing Terra forward. And for that goal, he was here, mingling with the bureaucrats, smiling politely, chatting every now and again.

Of all the fool things I've done, this has to be one of them. Still, beats getting shot at for stagnation, when there's the chance to make it more worthwhile. He'd been sticking close to Rhea as much as he could. Bloody pomp and ceremony.

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Derek Relic straightened out the tie that dangled tightly from his neck after reclining in the seat. Perched in the balcony he had a bird's eye observation of the ceremony and the great atrium it would take place in. He sighed and slowly turned to the hunched Tarsan besides him and they exchanged a quick, silent argument before Derek finally spoke.

"Your son would have considered this a great opportunity, Kevin." Derek's voice was hushed amongst most of the other conversation of the citizens and diplomat alike that had turned out for the inauguration of the new Terran government. The Tarsan next to him made a disgruntled huff as he adjusted his own attire.

“My son would cry like a little girl for getting Dauch to autograph his panties.”

Derek couldn’t hide the guttural laugh that came out of his throat before he responded. “God, I know why he lives all the way is Bakoredies after hearing that.” He said before wiping the grin off his face and directing his eyes back at the main stage. He took a few moments to survey some of the politicians and their attaches, also admiring the turnout: to him this was a perfect expression of democracy, yet it seemed him and only him appeared at all impressed with it. “This is some pretty big history y’know, I mean -- fuckin’ democratic elections outside the Garden, that was practically witchcraft back when you were my age right?”

“Oh fucking stuff it, kid. They sell history books from the Colonies in the comedy and propaganda section of book stores for a reason.” Kevin Walleck remarked. Derek felt a wash of amusement come over him when he saw the Tarsan reaching into his pocket for a phone.

“Take some pictures, he can use them for an op-ed … that’s what he’s in school for right, political sciences yeah?”

“Oh I fucking wish.”

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#, as written by Nemo
Rubano's smile only widened. "History and geography as well, I see. Your intellect continues to impress, Ms. Okeke." He straightened his cufflinks, his black eyes making a quick pass over the gathered crowd.

"Another test for you," he nodded towards Chloe as she weaved between the gathered chairmen. "Parliament-elect Chloe McGregor. What do you know about her?"

Najia had, of course, been tasked with reviewing the profiles of every Parliament elect. Chloe's, however, had been singularly peculiar. While her upbringing and political career in Van Leugen would have been vividly spotlighted, Najia perhaps would have noticed a considerable lack of information on her family history, a stark contrast from the rest of the elects. If Najia wanted to give Rubano a detailed answer, she would have had to of done some digging.

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Two men on the ground floor moved slowly through the crowds, the pressed navy blue of their uniforms and array of medals on their breasts easily identifying them as Captains in the Terran Navy. Though dressed almost identically, the two could not be a starker contrast - one squat, bearded, unkempt and gruff, his clothes wrinkled, his decorum eschew - the other tall, shaven, pale and elegant, his uniform in pristine composition.

They approached Maximillian Dirge. The taller one politely extended his hand. "Minister-elect Dirge." He smiled. "I am Captain Aaron Vrail of the Achaian Armada. This is Captain Ashton MacDuff."

The shorter one offered a curt nod, surveying Dirge up and down. These two would undoubtedly be a familiar sight to Maximillian - aside from being two of the most renown captains in the Terran fleet, they had (along with General Ranida and Admiral Saiyilgan) been given control over the entire TNG during its brief declaration of Martial Law following the expulsion of the Aschen occupation.

"We've come to congratulate you," Aaron continued, "Captain MacDuff and I both watched your campaign closely. We look forward to working under-"

"Oh for God's sake, Aaron," MacDuff almost growled, "you sound like a goddamn chairman." He scratched furiously at his shoulder, pointing a stern finger at Dirge. "Look. Minister. I voted for you. Read your speeches. You seem like a good man - but more importantly, you seem like a good fighter. A commander." He nodded gruffly. "Terra's been through some rough shit lately. Being Minister of Defense isn't exactly the easiest job in the world. We're just letting you know, Aaron and I-" He elbowed his companion, "-that we're with you. If you keep true on half of the shit you promised in your campaign, then I think Terra's in a safe place right now."

Vrail looked positively uncomfortable. "I... apologize for his... forwardness."