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 The Grand Anglo State of Kingdom Of Englands | Not sure why people are voting no on my bill, it makes more sense to have the term as the same as the Prime Minister, plus I am trying to prevent political apathy. | |
 The Cosmocracy of Orange Creek |
The Swordbearer grimaces at this revelation. While renowned for her military logistics and planning, the Meadrish Scholarch wasn't one to make big government decisions, having historically deferred the creation of policies to her subordinates, which is also how Katsaros came to rule over Meadrin for so long in her absence. As she thought about it, she eventually turned towards the Eye that had been sort of a silent mascot for the conversation this whole time.
"The Eye": "Well honestly, convincing Mr. Katsaros to resign is the easy option. Therefore, why not test your administration's capabilities a bit?" The Eye then suddenly starts talking, possessing a heavily distorted but familiar female voice. For all of its pomp and mystery, the Swordbearer's extremely obvious deference to the Eye should be more than enough to give away its true identity as communication module linked to a special someone, who had been watching the whole conversation unfold from the comforts of Arausio.
"The Eye": "Ehehe, beautiful isn't it? Kidding of course. We gain a lot more from some quaint little blackmail anyways, don't we? It'll keep them nice and loyal long after the accession if you play your cards right." Cybele: "Of course, Your Cosmic Majesty... Of course..." After sighing, the Swordbearer turned her body towards Limanaki and Nikol, pointing with her head towards the Eye as she did, clearly showing her final decision. | |
 The Compleated Phyrexian Empire of Alexander the Magnus | You said you were giving up on RP, and I could use some land on earth :D | |
 The Kravorian Union of The Joeanian Republic | that was ages ago, Apollonia was already divided. | |
 The Columbian Empire of North American Imperial State | lmao as i said all of his land already got gobelled up when he left RP officially a couple weeks ago. | |
| The Kravorian Union of The Joeanian Republic | Im in the RP again, Just not Apollonia | |
 The Frouretian Kingdom of Meadrin | Limanaki nods in the direction of the Eye. Limanaki: "Very well your Serenity... and your Cosmic Majesty. I will assign an OMF team to gather information. Hopefully, we'll be able to find something sooner, but it's not a guarantee. The Herald of Almati will not be happy about this, he wants the capital city moved here quickly." Upon hearing Limanaki mentioning the Herald, Nikol smirks with a hint of malice in her reddish-brown eyes. Nikol: "Honestly, anything to screw that idiot Herald over. Maybe if we take a little longer to pass the resolution he'll resign in disappointment or something..." | |
 The RVARC of Cerata | [Tacit] The damp, musty walls of the conference room oppressed the atmosphere within it, where under a bright yellow sphere light sat 12 members of the Ceratan Military Emergency Response Council (MERC). Over 3 hours of talks had proved unfruitful. The group sat in silence, with neighboring members murmuring amongst each other, shuffling over documents and taking occasional draughts of water. *cough* [Ange Demaret]: "I think we've had this conversation already. Those are not great odds. We know the full extent of the [] power. And I don't think that [] is going to be able to overwhelm then in the short run." The bald man murmured, before sitting down and looking across the table at a older woman, who shot a smirk to the right of her face and retorted. [Nicolette Bouhier]: "Would you rather favor the Xenos to divide one of the great human states of the ages for their own good, or call for our own piece of the action? After all... it's the Ceratan identity and the Ceratan benefit that we put at the forefront of our policy. And now that we've seen success in entering the folds of the flock, why shouldn't we take advantage of those terms?" Upon hearing the words, a security guard standing in the corner of the room withdrew a stack of documents from a folder on the desk next to him, and placed them squarely in the middle of the conference table, almost knocking a glass of water over. Lines upon lines of text, although what would be most prominent would be a flag of what appeared to be the former boundaries of China on Sol. The group murmured again, before a high-pitched voice sang out from the other side of the table. [Rasima 'Aisha]: "Bouhier - er, ma'am, if I may say so, I do not care much for geopolitical maneuvering. So what if they promise us that slice of the pie in conflict? Are we really willing to risk the destruction of [] for a slice of Suzhou, Shanghai, and Hainan? In my opinion, I say we tell them to get the hell out of our communications channels and get the fu-" [Gaėtan Gaultier]: "Don't be the one to run your mouth. If you won't listen, the COS will." Following uncertain circumstances and the covert transport of troops into Callaxian territory, the SOC would issue a draft while restocking and arming missile bases within Kazakhstan. | |
| The Cosmocracy of Orange Creek | The Eye in Splendor shakes a bit, possibly as a result of its "host" laughing quietly in the background at seeing Limanaki and Nikol's overt disdain for the Almati Herald.
Cybele: "Yeah, it's amazing. Are you satisfied now, Your Cosmic Majesty?" "The Eye": "Oh yes, we've transcribed what needed to be transcribed. See you later Scholarch, Xiphias, Dalassenos. Let's meet again when you've fixed up the place!" Seeing as their "witness" had served her purpose, the Swordbearer would shut off the electronic device, the Eye in Splendor eventually dissipating as a result. Then, clasping her hands together in front of her desk, Cybele would begin to conclude their discussions.
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