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Seo planted her hands against her hips whilst admiring the tavern in it's obviously withering age. Here she had planted the seeds of her future, and it's here her memories are woven into the boards of the floor and the sake cups soaking in the sink. Scattered at her bare feet are the remnants of a past that has dripped by her sluggishly; dirt, leaves, the coming of autumn were distinctive in their color and make.

I bet your name is ...

A patron stepping onto the porch of the tavern broke her chain of thought, forcing her back to the realms of reality. The memory found her often, especially when she is caught admiring her little humble beginnings. There hadn't been enough time to thank him and he has never returned since then, leaving her to often thank the memory of the man who could see without seeing. Perhaps one day he will find himself at his table, asking for the Firelord Sake (they haven't served it since that day), asking her to join him for a drink.

“They’re ready.”

The small woman nodded and waved away the waitress, who was more than happy to mold into the shadows. Today is supposed to be auspicious - she will be the judge of that. Gathering her courage, she stepped back into the quiet tavern that is dimly light due to the fading candles stuck in various corners. Tables lined with various colorful pillows are all polished till they nearly gleam in the flickering candle light; only four customers occupied the establishment, along with a small scattering of waitresses and waiters. It was quiet, comfortable, and a perfect day for talks and negotiations.

The dark haired woman sat at the table set further to the back of the tavern, giving them some semblance of privacy that had been asked for. Sitting directly in front of her is a woman wearing a iron mask and next to her is another woman who appeared far too lush to be inside such a dark tavern. Neither of them spoke, not that they had to, Seo is not involved in their business and is just here to ensure all goes smoothly - whatever that all is. Simply providing them a place to discuss things and stuff, she remains on the outside of their dark world.

They remind her of the groups of men and women who often occupy the tables for gambling and drinking. All of them are usually deep into conversation about something or another that involves killing something, someone, or taking something from someone. She assumes these two women are here for something akin to that, and their company will be the one providing the tinder to their needed fire. Hopefully - and one can only hope - she will not be caught between blows.

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As this day draws ever closer to it's end, surely it too was the burning dawn of a bright new day!

Omagatoki. the moment at dusk when the sky grows dark. It has specific meanings for the two ways of writing it: first, "the time of meeting yōkai, yūrei, and dark creatures"; and second, "the time of great calamity". It has also been described as the time when the evil spirits of the mountains and rivers, attempt to materialize in the world. In this case, as the blood orange rays melted across the horizon, a party would be arriving at the nearly relic of a tavern. It wasn't necessarily a ruined space, though it was clearly an image of it's former glory. Approaching on foot, the Heika decided to walk as well, was seemingly a party of five men including the apparent sovereign among them. The remaining four were obviously some sort of guard, and fortunately a better trained one than the former glory presented during the construction of his great nation's Imperial City. Three of the men donned black plated armors complete with bucket helms, the one leading the squad stuck out like a sore thumb considering he was the only one suited completely different than the others were. The Heika himself appeared to be unarmed, his appearance a least threatening as possible despite his personal guard in his company. He even went as far to sport a yukata that held deep enough sleeves top mask the presence of his arms, more directly the draconic one that was his right. 

"Do not let your guard down, be vigilant at all times. That goes for the Onmitsu as well."

Silently his orders were obliged, by those both visible and not. Just how many of the shadows around his vicinity were alive? Hopefully such would not even come to be discovered as he was hoping to maintain the image of travelling light. While he didn't care if he was seen as intimidating or not per se, he simply didn't wish to flex while his budding Empire had barely taken root. It was foolish to flex with the numbers reflected in the presence of the growing Jigoku nation in the heart of Genesaris. Still, one had to promote enough transparency to deliver their worth in the same instant, less they wish to receive unfavorable results. Upon reaching the tavern respectively, the three identical guardsmen would breach the entrance and fan out in a small perimeter as the would thoroughly inspect their new surroundings. Just beyond them, the Heika would enter the establishment, the squad leader bringing up the guarded rear. Without spoken directive, the men would shuffle out of Koji's way to allow him to move as he pleased once the area had been properly assessed and clear as per his standards.

Stepping beyond his guard, he would note the present life forms himself, though he was most fond of the three approximately in front of him. As he stepped through the nearly empty tavern, the dancing flames of candlelight waved across his form, accenting his dark fabrics with the dim environment itself while giving choice and occasionally warped glimpses of his face. Not matter what any of them thought they saw, once he was close enough that all they would notice of his face was that he held an emotionless expression with a pair of half lidded, lackadaisical scarlet eyes that would view the women before himself. The silence in the room grew even more eerily quiet as he would simply observe them, seeking eye contact if even for the briefest of moments. Mask or not. While he would refrain from any immediate displays of power or intentional intimidation, perhaps looking into his chaotic orbs were enough to warrant a certain sense of dread in one's mind about him. As if their subconscious was already well aware of just whom and what he was. Despite being more than ready to show respect and or speak, he would allow his honored guest to have the first of interactions between them. Let the meeting of great minds meet to commence the decisive future of the respective nations he agreed to speak upon.

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2w3z3vs.pngSeo hadn't dressed for the occasion and neither did the woman with the iron mask; she looked like a nomad of some sort, with bland colors for easy camouflage and her chestnut hair was combed but not tied in any way. If it had just been Seo and the other woman, she may have felt a little out of place as this lovely creature wore a dress that looked like it had been dipped in the brightest of reds. Such extravagance smelled like money and felt like deceit - why? What exactly is underneath that tight gown?

Navy hues shifted underneath the candlelight, causing the little fleck of gold to rudely shine with curiosity. Soon enough she will be drawn into this tumultuous sea, left to sink or swim or both; not the first time she’s been given more than she can hold, making her an excellent juggler.

The door opened, causing her to draw in a deep, shaky breath. Gathering her wits, she turned in her seat to take in the sight of a man sharply dressed with even sharper looks. He looked at him as if he were board, a sign that he was prepared for whatever the other two woman have to offer and will refrain from showing his excitement - or lack of. Looking at him she knew that he has much on his shoulders and even more on his tongue. This is going to be long, she thinks enthusiastically to herself while standing up in greeting.

“Please, sit. You do none of us any good standing there.”

The first to speak was the iron masked woman, who did not stand up but waved a single hand towards an open seat next to Seo, before speaking again.

“If you’d like, I can call for drinks.”

Seo had bowed, which caused her hair to form a curtain of black-blue around her pale face. She figured the other two would follow suit, but when she looked up she noticed the iron woman had just spoken and the woman in red remained silent, her sight fixed precariously on the far wall. It left the tavern owner feeling strange just standing there in all her simplistic glory; her yukata had a beautiful design of grassy wildflowers pressed against a milky-white canvas, and the obi around her too small waist is colored yellow.101

Because this is her establishment and because she is playing her part, Seo remains standing while waiting for the man to take his offered seat first. The gold flecks in her large eyes glowed brighter with her awkwardness, making it fairly difficult for her to hide her current feelings.

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It is oft said, that first impressions were everything. Such a case would be no different here, that much was certain. Before him sat three women, first to catch Koji's eye was the crown jewel beside the masked woman. For one of the round eye variety, her beauty was something that could not be argued. Then he would properly note the masked woman, obviously a warrior of some sort. It would be noted that having much more obvious security than his guest would possible give a wrong impression, though if these women were smart, they would understand the need for extra hands when one had done nothing but scorn those in the path he walked. The one's that failed to follow anyway. As such, it was only a matter of time before outsiders of Jigoku figured out his involvement in many things he had been doing that seemed to go unnoticed for the most part thus far. The entertaining part being that he had barely done a thing to cover his tracks. He had nothing to hide. He was a proud man with a just cause. Any that would oppose his indomitable Will deserved to be cut down where the stood or sat respectively. And then there was the woman he was offered a seat by. A respectful Lady Seo, being the only one to bow with honor at his presence. Perhaps she was the smartest of the bunch. Without hesitation or a spoken word thus far, his men remained out of the way, though they stood ready. The Heika himself made his way next to Seo, pulling his own chair out, he would have a seat. Back straight, chin up, and chest out, he place one leg over the other, only to fold his hands together with interlocking fingers. The pair of hands coming to rest upon his highest knee. Casting his gaze across the table to the jewel and the iron mask, Koji would let his face remain unchanged. However, he would finally grace them with his voice.

"It seems to be the perfect season, as well as the perfect occasion for warm saké."

Those that knew his father would know that this nature came from said parent. For he had delivered advice, but had directly failed to mention whether he in fact wanted a drink or not. This was a very minute and petty test, though a test all the same. He was well aware of what he brought to the table, which at face value wasn't much, but with the proper investments his potential was limitless. How desperate were these women? What did they have to offer him of value? How could they serve him, his Empire, his cause? His scarlet eyes would shift upon the blue eyed jewel once more. Here he would silently, and awkwardly stare until his attention was otherwise broken, or until negotiations had began. Though his face would fail to change in any manner, Koji was busy examining the woman's features in full. Her smooth fair skin, her big blue eyes, those full soft lips...He couldn't help but wonder how the woman looked naked, dare he wonder how she would look beneath him? He might have felt shame over not having her rare beauty included in his harem, though admittedly he was quite satisfied with each and every one of his women. Still, he wondered.

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'As the Blossoms fall free from the trees, I find myself lost in the cold embrace of home.

Sweet scents and subtle breezes that usher forth warm sensations..

My heart should leap for joy and yet; terror shrouds my world.

A storm is brewing.'


Welcome home


Among many of the shadows there was one who worked in the silence. She was one who was brought along to take part in the workings of the Empire and further more to gaze a little bit at home. Surely she should be enjoying the fresh air of Oo'xora right? Wrong.. Mina was far too focused on the task at hand; the returning gifts of a family that knew of her return. On their first night there was a small package of oils and scented sticks a offering of peace. Her worst fear had come true and the death of the good father brought about the rule of a tyrant sibling. Yet she could not let such tracks become a burden to the Emperor. Already he was in a meeting with the three women below, keeping her place in the darkness the iris less optics gazed at the world around through ley lines.

As she observed the group with Koji she also continued to sharpen her freshly given daggers from the Tyrant who now ran the family instead of her. Thoughts of what might be happening tried to crush her focus but she would not allow it to break. Sheathing the daggers back respectively at her hips the woman rose to her feet from the upstairs room. Grabbing the remainder of her attire she wrapped it around herself in a tight bind. Next she grabbed the large roped obi tying it tightly around her waist before grabbing the mask and prayer beads to wear them. The Whispernight energy crackled about her very presence as she reached out to any form of modern technology to hack and subdue it all. 

Upon the outside of the building there was piece and quiet as Mina vanished into the shadows of the room and out onto the occupied room. There was a cell of shinobi who all knelt before her ready to obtain orders. As she approached their heads lowered to the floor before she gestured her left hand. Within an instant they flickered from sight leaving her alone on the roof to keep gaze watchful Thankfully her horns and scales blended well with her dark olive skin, just not her hair. Yet that was completely alright in her own opinion, she was home and thus they were perfectly set to be displayed to let people know who she was. Now she had to wait.


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Young Feanaro

 

Dusk called for a rather quiet visitation from Master Kenshi as he trampled over the leaves of fall in a scarlet high-collared robe, an intricate leather obsidian sash hoisted itself firmly over his slender form. Jet black tendrils of hair pulled gently to a half-finished ponytail while a pair of elongate side bangs cascaded his milk white cheeks. This man couldn't have possibly been Kenshi, but it was. The yokai half-demon would swear to never use that identity again.

A singular cerulean eye was tucked away by a leather patch though it stood for a fashion, he didn't at all hindered nor in any injury because of it, no. It merely complimented his rank and authority as Zai, the 8th member of the Omagatoki. Sides, lord Heika seen it fit him good; a contrast to the original spirit, flesh and blood of the first Momoku. Despite the terms of conditions for Oo'xora, the Dynasty would be negotiable in their approach with this one. Zai was more than welcomed to accommodate him on the expedition. For a swordsman of his skill he was to keep an eye on things from the outside looking in, to be a shadow behind scenes. The mission was seen to be a rather pointless one. But one supposed there was no greater mission than securement of Heika's well-being and safety, even if the Onmitsu were summoned as the primary party. It was a pity how the two affiliations worked for the same cause, but ultimately did not see eye-to-eye. 

Zai sighed after being stationed in Oo'xora for nearly a month he was to report his findings of the people here, explore the city, establish a name for himself under the Koman of the Empire. In a test of power and ability against the people of Oo'xora he became known as the Tsujigiri. It was weeks he fought in search of the true warriors of the nation. The dynasty would thrive in this far land of Renovatio, it's population could be expended and put to use without touching the people of Jingoku. Yet Kenshi served a chaotic and tyrant of an Emperor there would be no difference in the sacrifice of numbers. Heika would soon govern these lands into a city-state province, the idea of gathering more troops and force numbers was a weary one. To think of all the Dynasty would conquer because of it, or how much more widespread they would become as an entire nation. Possibilities were endless. ~ He's more stronger than in our first encounter, young ryu has grown so much in so little. Could he really be the destined Heika to rule all lands under one nation? Until then, continue driving me with your aspirations. ~ 

"I suppose you can see the view of the World from above? As I hope we haven't been summoned for the same reasons, my intuition tells me otherwise. "

The embodiment of a shadow above upon the establishment's rooftop would discern itself as Mina none the less the more she came into view. Steel-plated boots finally stopped clicking against the hard terrain as he looks up at the concubine and gently bows his head before continuing further towards the building. He regrets ever having qualms with her, but he doesn't forget his job doesn't require having much relations with the Emperor's women. The hanyou had to come to respect her for what she was. He simply acknowledged her as he made way into the establishment prior to his sensing of the Heika's presence, late and no doubt a cause of interruption. But, some days just happened to go so not as planned.

 

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S0U42hL.pngDesperation did not paint the three, but that said very little about who they are and what they wish to gather from this meeting of powers. They were not rushed for time has shown them it was patient towards their cause, and held them in high enough esteem that it would wait and listen and watch. Something about being patient and good things will come due to said patience. It’s a mantra of sorts, for these people of Oo’Xora and for the people of Renovatio, but some prefer to manipulate time, to twist and turn it to their own cause.

Seo had disappeared before hearing the ironed lady speak her feelings about Koji openly staring at the other woman. Having excused herself to gather the sake (not trusting the waiters and waitress still littering the tavern) she missed the opportunity to eye the ironed woman who held little to nothing back. She appears the be the sort who likes to take care of business and not play the dance of politics.

“You will get to know her well enough in due time.”

The truth be told she is the reason why they gather here at the table in a dilapidated tavern being held up by Seo’s proprietor - whoever he may be. The memories gathered in the corners and the spilled blood dried beneath floorboard said more about what the tavern was, and if walls could talk …

Mina would feel the sharp sting of change first, then the followers who occupied the shadows, the cracks, the cobwebs, and so forth before it spread outwards to the man who is not Kenshi and the doe-eyed Koji. It wasn’t a threatful punctuation to their senses, more of a gentle intrusion, like a willful child tugging at an errant strand of hair. It would come and them go, hanging on for just a few seconds before drifting on to other things. Because they all wished to remain as transparent as they possibly can, the blue eyed woman smiled at Koji as to say: it was me!

“It has come to our attention that you have an insatiable desire for new things.”

By this time Seo arrives with a tray and with comfortable quickness serves the table their drinks before shuffling away. The ironed woman would let her know when she is needed, so for the moment she will remain out of sight until she is told to come hither.

“Oo’Xora seems the kind of place you can call home. Tell me Koji, if given this opportunity what would you do with it?”

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The woman in the iron mask addressed him, thus stealing his gaze an attention for a moment. He made no outward reaction in response to the words, he simply took them for what they were and would wait. Suddenly, a strange and foreign sensation took the room. He couldn't speak for the others of how it felt to them, nor could he even be certain they all felt it. But whatever it was left practically as fast as it had come. Looking back to the blue eyed woman, he would take note of the silent admittance she hinted at. But what was it? What was that sensation, and what exactly did it do? What purpose did it serve? The wonder would subside as those thoughts tucked themselves away into the depths of his mind, for their drinks had arrived. Koji would take it upon himself to serve the sake seeing that Seo had so swiftly shuffled away. Pouring three equal portions, he would offer each woman a cup from thew shuki, and take the third for his own. By the time they each had their cup, the questioned had been posed. What would he do with such a huge opportunity? What would he do with Oo'xora should it decide to stand beneath his banner?

"Let me start by saying that I am a poor politician. I will admit here and now that I come prepared, albeit without grandiose speech and without a calculated plan of converse...However, I do believe that my straight forward and honest nature will be the saving grace of both my explanation and your comprehension on this matter."

Humility would be a great way to begin, showing some semblance on humbleness to be had on the Heika's part. Though it would be but a brief moment that was afforded for the sentiment to set in.

"As you have seen here in this place I could call home, presumably the place you do call home, the fallacy of Order perverted by man is becoming a monster all its own. Like this nation and many others, I too have been victim to such blasphemy and discord. My Clan, my dynatsy...It is a young one, though it seems to also be the fastest growing one in the history of this entire world. That being said, I am certain that making waves is only going to last for so long before retribution will be delivered."

He paused, this time downing his sake and waiting to be sure all had drank their cups before he would move to refill them all.

"I will not lie to you, there will be a lot of blood...A lot of death. Such is a necessary sacrifice in the grand scheme of creating true paradise. Without destruction, their can be no creation. This region being placed beneath my banner would mean militarizing the citizens, making them more formidable of survivors, of warriors. They would be taught and served the same as I have designated things to be within my own Imperial City. This will ultimately lead to the acquisition of more territory, more allies even once we prove our might. And those that oppose us, those that stand in our way will be obliterated with extreme prejudice. Once the world has been purged of opposition, and has been truly untied beneath my banner, all can experience true freedom, true happiness."

He paused to down the second cup, and as he set it down his forked tongue ran across his lips.

"Paradise eternal."

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Tempt me not..


Something like whiplash no?


"A new player..? Perhaps even a detail.. Let us pray they are not for the same reason. Peaceful resolutions in my home territory are. Desired.." The question crossed her mind like a feather under the nose, it tickled her pink with giggles. Her nose wrinkled beneath the mask as he feet carried her to the very ledge. Turning in an about face fashion she felt something.. No it was someone plucked at the shadowed strings that bound Koji to those of his shadows along with Noi herself. When the pull came on as fast as the sensation Noi only smirked at the slight introduction of the female. Her optics cracked as she traced the line back to the very woman who sat near Koji at the table. 

"Tit for tat dearest?" Raising a brow Noi pulled back but not so delicately. Oh no! She pulled back as if she were dry firing a bow a wicked snap that was likely to cause any person a immense headache. Not to mention the crackling of the air around her very person as the proton charges fired off against the electrons and neutrons. It created a static for the woman alone to deal with for the next few minutes as a small veto to her first course of action. Rolling her eyes slowly the woman sauntered off to the other side of the building keeping a constant patrol as to not grow flat footed standing still. Noi was not sorry for her action in the slightest and hopefully Koji would understand. This was her way of saying hello in a kind of playful action, maybe this woman would prove to be someone of interest in her own home land. The nelrosis could only imagine what was to come next.

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In terms of negotiating, by the show of numbers alone Datsuzoku had the tavern flooded with more trained warriors than what his Blindsense would feel about these forces from Oo'xora. Kenshi had already test these people and their mights, the individuals of the village itself weak, holding no true talents of the Sword; incompetent. His onslaught continued the month, look at the man other than his uniform if anything had changed, it was the perception of the Golden City itself; his reputation would have grown infamously such a small course of time, the people now referred to the blind yokai as Zai the 8th Omagatoki. The wolf instilled fear in them, the presence of Heika Datzusoku was only the spoken prophecy, clearly, negotiation would propose a neutral relationship between the two countries that was a rather lenient way for the Heika to play the strategy of persuasion. This blood and death his majesty would speak of however he didn't not know, already began in the turn of events of Kenshi's arrival all in which he cut-down, nine, ten, eleven self-claimed warriors and swordsmen of the land.

To interrupt the conversation at hand and report said findings on the martial status of Oo'xora at a time while politics was discussed didn't seem necessary, nor would it been smart to have agitated the smaller party on the opposing side of things. In sitting furthest from the young warlord, he would pay attention more towards the energies within the room than on eavesdropping and listening to what had to be said to gain the territory. There was no pressure to act first or be so clenched as in times of war and battle though his body still pulsed and raced with adrenaline of old expended energies, he relaxed under the folds of his scarlet robe in his distant table and watched the candlelight dance and radiate from his perspective pure, white flames that eases the warrior spirit. Perhaps a good drink of Sake take some pressures off him.

 
 
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S0U42hL.png"I have no concern for your money or lack thereof."

She had waved his admittance away with the flick of her wrist, ushering it away from the table like some pest. She hadn't asked him about his wealth, already knowing his wealth simply laid with his skills as a political figure and nowhere else.

"Renovatio is not new to revolution of any kind, but it has been stuck in the ripples of time - unmoving, confused, and stuck."

She swallowed down her final drink before plucking the blue-eyed woman's from her hand and putting it down on the table. The ironed woman was the keeper to the volatile creature that was dressed prettily, which all in all is some kind of farce they're trying to keep up. With a smile, she allowed the cup to be taken away from her, simply resuming her look around the room while listening to the rest of the conversation.

There was no tit for tat, unfortunately so. That arrow meant to strike would be shredded the instant it left its bow, which was a oh so unfortunate circumstance. The headache, insignificant as it would not exist in the realm around the red-dressed woman; the crackling was nothing just stale air that is often found in places as this. Noi wished to push this woman into some realm of reality that she chose to not acknowledge, thus whatever hurt she wanted to put upon her was nonexistent.

Perhaps it would be best that they all realize that this is all hers. They exist because she allows it.

"Oo'Xora is part of a bigger picture, something that none of you should forget. The Grand Kommandant is absolute, and she is watching you all from her shadows."

Death and bloodshed and so forth would not phase the woman many revere as their ruler. Used to it, lived it, worked it, and shaped it while being so new and fresh upon the throne, what he speaks of would not scare the woman let alone worry her any. Perhaps that is why so many have flocked to the comforts of the Grand, because they know she has accepted change and is allowing it to flow through Renovatio like blood flows through your veins.

"Renovatio allies itself with the Cold South, Alterion, and Kadia. These are just things to remember, things I'm sure you're not privy to, but it doesn't hurt to play the reminder."

"Tell me more about this eternal paradise."

The blue eyed woman spoke, her voice breaking the chill in the air with a humid warmth that blanketed Koji. A deep shine danced under her comfortable, lackadaisical gaze that penetrates his clothing in a welcoming manner.

"Are your women going to put down their weapons and feed you hummingbird tongues glazed in cinnamon-honey? Once war is done and battle diminished, what will you do with your time? Make children, devour any woman in your path?"

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The woman in the iron mask spoke to him abruptly, informing him of what she was or wasn't interested in. He grinned a knowing grin as he let it be as she said. It would seem that already he was learning that he had more in common with some of these people than what he initially thought. The admittance of stagnancy in the lands was something he could immediately understand. From Terrenus, to Genesaris, to Kadia and now to Tellus Mater's Renovatio, it would seem that his fact was abundant in the entirety of this world, same as the others he had visited. Even the fabled city of Sigil had a stagnant rot about it. Though seclusion became widespread, so called order had only maintained certain types of grey, immoral evils, to the benefit of few at the cost of many. This was just another place waiting for the Heika to liberate them. As he would down his second cup of sake, his scarlet eyes remained focused on the iron mask speaking before him, as if he could see right through it. The mild threat of the title of the lands ultimate, direct ruler, Koji would remain unchanged in his expression. It wasn't that he doubted the severity of the terms, though it was more of he was confident in his ability to overcome. At the mention of Renovatio's list of allies, he would make a mental note to remember for record keeping purposes upon returning home. He had visited Kadia and left in good standing, and the Cold South was on his list of places to visit next. This left Alterion to be considered for exploration and potential relations, as well as the rest of Renovatio itself. 

"..."

When his lips finally parted for him to speak once more, it would seem that the precious jewel found her voice first. His scarlet gaze shifted to her suddenly as she would continue. A humid worth blanket him from the air itself, his insides flushing with warmth from the delicious rice wine this country had to offer. Though he could easily tell the two apart from one another. So she wished to know more about his vision of paradise, likewise his plans for how his days would follow in said paradise.

"Certainly something like that by my estimation, though I have already accepted that my job as Emperor is a limited one. Even if I achieved my goals, it is most important to implement a system to ensure that paradise shall remain even long after I parish. My women will shower me with their affection, and we will raise many children. My children, their children, and so on, they will continue to spread across the lands, upholding the era of peace that I shall commit my life to ushering in."

He noticed the way she looked at him, though he wasn't certain that he was receiving the expression properly. It mattered little, his face would fall from it's obviously excited state and return to the cold emotionless one that he had greeted them with. His half lidded eyes would continue to get lost in the pools of blue hosted by the precious jewel. He would continue to speak, knowing that too long of a silence would force her curious tongue to action.

"Perhaps it would serve me well to show my interest in meeting the Grand Kommandant. I am in the process with building relations to Renovatio's allies as is, I'd be a fool not to try and include my nation into the circle already established. But for now, why don't you tell me more about yourself? Where do you fit in all of this? What do you make of it?"

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