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"Oh that is no problem, Take a seat."
He takes out some whisky and two cups from under his desk.
"Do you want a drink friend?"
"It is a pleasure to finally arrive in your great nation, I'm sorry that the president couldn't be here, he has been quite busy."
[The East is such a hassle]
The Master of Land and Territories is willing to meet with a representative of Paction.
He is met with smiles and handshakes, "Greetings," the Chinese delegation smiled, "it is an honor to visit Vyrmshire! If I can be correct, oh yes, we're the first Chinese to step foot into your lands."
[If their English and grammar doesn't seem great, its because its not.]
[The leftist of left]
"I do not drink on the job", Ambassador Lee says looking around the office before sitting down.
"What do you want from us?"
[Kill him]
[Dew it. Do it now]
"I want to establish relations between our nations, your nation has respectable power across Polaris and an impressive army, or so I've heard."
[>:c The East is your department, Merkel]
[don't make me find faust and behead him again]
[jokes on you, a villain is in power over Akarov]
[I pay attention.]
“Such is the life of politicians these days,
Am I right?” Fields said with a friendly smile. “Now if you’ll follow me, I’ll have my car take us back to my office”
[I'm pretty sure he meant his president lol]
[Give me more attention father ;~;]
The Hyena is invited privately to the abandoned Obsidian Manor.
The house is currently under renovation construction, however, for the day it will be vacant of everyone, besides the man himself, Black Obsidian.
[Its a little early to be killing political figures don'tcha think?]
[Who said we were interested in killing each other?]
[Fair enough, but you understand my suspicion at least a little bit, no?]
The trip is long, at least that is what Manson thinks of on his way to Naikolie. Sporting a lighter suit and overcoat to accommodate the drastic shift in temperature he would soon arrive at the once abandoned estate. Following him weren't members of the Secret Service as is accustomed to Rovic leaders, instead his very own C.I. follow closely as his milky eyes spotted for the Son of Violet himself.
Obsidian, a dead man, stood as he looked in real life. His alias as Tans had lead the man to transform his body via science, and Violet Technology. He was able to switch between two forms, that of Tans, and that of his true nature.
The true nature of Obsidian was actually quite similar to that of the Hyena.
His eyes were bleach white, blind, with a pale scar across them from where the helicopter blade hit him in that horrific crash. Able to echo-locate, Obsidian smirked when he saw the Hyena approach.
"Brought with you the brethren yes?" he chuckled, "afraid I'll kill you? Like your buddy Faust? Ooooh I just remember jabbing that dagger through his heart and leaving him hanging outside that tower! Oh how I wish Emperor Septim was still alive!"
He drew his dagger, purple with dried blood, "I haven't used her since that very day. I've been saving it for someone special."
He tossed it to the Hyena gracefully, who would catch it easily.
"Perhaps you'd be a better wielder? They say if you chant Violet's name before you kill your victim, their body will disolve into puss and tar. Not how I used it on Faust, unfortunately."
"Maybe it has a unique phrase you need to say Violet is Great or Praise be Unto Violet OR! Ororor my own personal favorite, Dagger turn my enemies into mush"
Following his spiel was a raspy cackle and less of the infamous terror-bringing horrid vocalizations that come from when he actually dares to laugh.
"I admit I wasn't a fan of you killing a member of my own little dynamic duo but when I got the feed of his headless body hanging from the palace, painting that white marble with a fresh coat of red I couldn't help but go on a euphoric rampage that someone actually managed to kill the bastard unlike them codgers that disabled his arm"
He looked at the blade, almost admiring it with his limboic stare.
"But I digress, I don't think you invited me for tea and a trip down memory lane...no... Im here in front of the very infamous Black Obsidian, the good gospel of our Lady wrapped in mud and clay. To what do I owe the pleasure of this invitation?"
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