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(OOC. I've done a bit of diplomacy and sport RPs but this is a first attempt at something different. It’s just something small based on my most recent NS issue. If anyone has comments or criticisms please feel free)
Titus Drax, supreme ruler of Hypocria, looked up from the report he was reading. It had happened again, for the third time in as many minutes, he was sure he heard someone shout.
“Wolfgang!”
The door at the end of the room opened and Drax’s burly bodyguard entered.
“Sir?”
“Is there something going on I should know about?”
Wolfgang recognised the tone, his master was not in a good mood.
“A man protesting about something sir, he managed to get in when the guards changed. Security are removing him now.”
Drax sighed. The Republican Palace was meant to be the most secure location in the entire country and yet some yob had still succeeded in breaking in. Someone would have to be punished. A thought crossed his mind and a sly grin spread across his face. Someone would be punished.
“Wait, this gentleman clearly has something he wants to get off his chest. Show him in Wolfgang.”
Wolfgang recognised the grin too, it was not a good sign.
“Are your sure sir?”
“Just do it please.”
“As you command.”
Wolfgang left. He returned several minutes later with a pair of Republican Guard stormtroopers and a long haired, greasy looking young man who was dwarfed entirely by the two troopers flanking him.
Drax looked the intruder up and down. Someone would certainly have to be done about Palace security.
“Can I help you in some way?”
The protester cleared his throat, he had wanted to get his message heard but he had never expected this. This was an opportunity he wouldn’t waste.
“Mr President, I have come to protester against the deforestation of the Ubergaard Forest. That forest is an area of great natural beauty and now contractors, with your backing I might add, are tearing it down. What possible justification can there be for this?”
An environmentalist, he was a bloody environmentalist. He was going to enjoy this.
“Uranium. We found uranium in that area. Quite simply, the forest was in the way.”
“Uranium!” The word was almost spat out. “You chop down a whole forest for uranium. Surely an area of such beauty is more important, think of the tourism prospects. Think of the Hyppos”
“I do believe there are trees to be found elsewhere and I was more thinking of the money this uranium would bring, not to mention the military potential.”
“Military potential! Again a shower of spittle followed. “That’s it! I must spread my message to the people, they have a right to know.”
Drax smiled at the man, it was time to reel him in.
“You a clearly a man of strong principals, I admire that. Your parents must be very proud.”
The protester straightened up, clearly pleased at how the conversation was going.
“Unfortunately my parents are ignorant people, they could not cope with my strong principals, nor my long hair and poor hygiene. They have said that they want nothing more to do with me.”
“That’s terrible.” Sarcasm practically dripped from the statement.
“Yes the path I have chosen is a lonely one. I have no family, I have no friends but it doesn’t bother me for I am like the lone wolf prowling the deserted roads looking for causes to fight or people to help.”
He had to stifle a laugh, the analogy was truly bizarre. No friends either, what a shock. But that meant no one to miss him, that was good to know. Yes, this was going to be fun.
“Such devotion. I am need of devoted people on my staff. A new Department of the Environment has been planned for a while.” It was an outrageous lie. “It will need a Director. Would you be the right man for the job?”
“Me!” Spluttered the now delighted protestor. “That’s wonderful! What do I do? When do I start?”
“Well, I believe we can give you a flying start to your new career right now. Wolfgang, would you do the honours?”
“Certainly sir. Right this way please.”
He took the new Director by the elbow and steered him away from the President.
“This really is unexpected.” The protestor continued babbling. “I really had no idea. Wow! Wait what are you doing?”
This last cry came in response to Wolfgang directing him, not back towards the door, but rather in the direction of a window.
“Hang on a second. What are you do . . .” The end of this question was drowned out as the bodyguard heaved the struggling man out of the gaping window.
A wet thud followed as the now former Director landed, several storeys below, in the grounds of the Starblaydi embassy next door.
Drax walked over to the window and glanced down. He turned to his bodyguard.
“Convey my apologises to Ambassador Garcia and send a maintenance crew over to clean up that mess.”
(OOC. Only one environmentalist hippy was harmed in the making of this thread  )
This post has been edited by Hypocria on May 14 2005, 05:59 PM |
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| CODE | Starblaydi Embassy
Embassy Plaza
Ambassador Garcia,
I must convey my humblest apologies concerning the unfortunate incident involving my window cleaner. He was cleaning the windows in my office and, well, you know the rest. It is a tragic accident and I’m sure he will be missed by many.
Let me assure you that civilians falling from the sky is not a normal occurrence in Hypocrium and I hope this does not sully your opinion of our great city.
Titus Drax
President of The Most Serene Republic |
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"Well, I've sound proofed the broom cupboard down the hall," the minor dilpomat said, "installed that new super-loud hi-fi in there, and set it to remote-control, which thankfully can go through walls, too."
"And that backs right into the main offices of number five?" the Ambassador asked.
"Cert-" he was interrupted by the cries of a man outside. Followed by a dull thud.
The two Starblaydis went over to their window and looked out.
"Dear oh dear," Garcia said, "some people will do anything to get into Starblaydia nowadays. Is he dead?"
"Well, he's twitching a little," he aide said.
"Oh right," Garcia thought for a moment, "if he ends up moving, beat him up a little and chuck him over the wall to Lamoni. Oh wait," he noticed the fax machine, "hmm..." he said, as he read the transmission, "could you reply to this message, please, suggesting that they arm their window cleaners with ropes, cramp-ons and perhaps those little climbing pick-axe things?"
"Sure." |
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