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Between the ancient architecture and the glittering glass, Wing City's oldest sector surrounds this hustling, bustling thoroughfare.
Peek through the shops & alleys to gather your wares, or just explore the city from the network of roads leading through here. Keep a watchful eye, as WCPD doesn't patrol this area perhaps as much as they should...
The driver was sort of vacant now, leaving the Count to somewhat search through his own effects. Etchings, a few old bound books, a military side arm. Underneath it all was a small leather-bound notebook with appropriate greasy stick of charcoal. Emile had the appreciation for archaic things, so many things that were rich with history and tradition.
The inhabitants of this strange new place are sophisticated enough to construct large scale, late industrial urban centers…
He wrote down diligently.
The cities are much like our own in many aspects. Elements of social control and city planning. Yet when I look out to see the people. There is no greater structure. Their betters are obscured by the masses and must pretend to amongst them. They are a people who should be ruled, not ruling…
After finishing that thought, Emile sort of closed the journal for now looking outward.
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There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
Though he turned about as he recognized that enunciated and controlled tone people trained for PR always used. Instead found the regal sort with the high brow look. Ever the city boy he forgot there were still many monarchies sprinkled about the universe until one walked up in wing city. A blue/gold surcoat of smooth fabric over the black armor that was a Ductu clumped each boot as he came down from the trunk. The front of his armor marked on his collar with the seal of the Imperium, Myrkul's insistence, and the other of Myrkul's own centered a black starred gear inside a circle.
He made a small bow in lieu of aggravating bodyguards with an attempt at a handshake, "Yes, though it concerns my patron I'm still not entirely sure where it's coming from. I am Bristol Stacks, delegate of Myrkul's Vein and part of the Imperium. Call me Bristol, if you like."
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"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.