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| − | <div></div><div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(Miru) It was a cool, if windy afternoon in Fairhaven. The sound of some crow echoing in the distance. The 5th Street Station was mostly abandoned these days, given that no train was under operation, and ever since electricity and water became a bit more common, most people decided to live in the serviced buildings of Fairhaven. This left this once epicenter of travel, then epicenter for survivor encampments a mostly abandoned stop between Zephyr's tower, being all towering in the distance, and the western outposts, including the city of New Dawn further up north. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>A rather mundane husky girl was standing in the center of the plaza accompanied by a short portly beaver. The husky was clad in a large parka and a very conspicuous sombrero with dangling lanterns hanging from its rim, the calling card of the Prometheans - especially their more devoted members and priesthood. The beaver was dressed in a more mundane shirt and jeans. Standing to further apart from those two was an okami boi clad in a rather old-fashioned outfit with a notebook in hand, an INU representative familiar for those who lived in the city. A group of concerned citizens, idle gawkers, and even a few hecklers of the new council were slowly gravitating towards the scene.</div> <div title="Vande" style="margin-top:2em">(Vande) Rolling into the scene was a large ball composed of metallic, dark-green scales that kicked up dirt and crumbled pavement wherever it went. After coming into a respectable distance of the amassing group, the scaled ball then unfurled itself to expose a small and pudgy hissah that clutched onto design papers and blueprints with its little clawed paws. He heard that a council meeting was being held here, and since that sounded important he thought maybe he could use this chance to get talks of his grand ideas going within the community! "Greetings people of Fairhaven!" The hissah yapped from behind the crowd as he tried to squeeze past and dodge the legs of the taller mutants and citizens. </div> <div title="Kiyumi" style="margin-top:2em">(Kiyumi) A Kitsune stood stood somewhere towards the back of the crowd, blending in seamlessly as she watched the event. Upon seeing the Hissah in a corner from her eye, she couldn't help herself from letting out a light chuckle. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Oh dear, seems we'll have all sorts of fun on our hands" she mused to herself as she thought upon the events. She hoped to find out exactly what is going on in this city and what better place to do so?</div> <div title="Celia-fae" style="margin-top:2em">(Celia-fae) Holding up the flier she grabbed from the message board, a dragoness looks at the address then glances around the area, "This looks like the right spot," she says before noticing the crowd. Glad she didn't end up hopelessly lost as usual, she looks and spies a familiar face. Hurrying over to the kitsune, she whispers to her. "Glad to see a familiar face here. I would be too afraid to speak if I was by myself."</div> <div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(Miru) As the number of people filtering into the area began to dwindle, the husky took a step forward in front of the crowd, her lanterns dangling in the wind pelting the plaza. With a wide smile, the husky spread her arms. "Welcome brothers and sisters! I am Councilor Sara Redmane, one of your representative in the Fairhaven council, and proud Promethean." She said in a distinct Cali-native accent. "I am here to answer any complaints or questions about what has the council been up to, ever since we have been formed, or even if you just have local problems you want us to look into." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Almost as soon as the councilor finished talking a loud boo was heard from a couple of Mall Rats standing to the side, one of them holding a sign that read 'Big Three is bad. Big Four is worse.' The councilor gave them a smile, before addressing the crowd again. "I understand that some of us are still against the idea of a government forming in our fair city, but I assure you that such an endeavor is for the betterment of us all. The two corporations cannot be trusted to bring forth a new age for our people."</div> <div title="Vande" style="margin-top:2em">(Vande) Vande listened intently to the council once he managed to push past the crowd and wind up near the front so that he could get a clear view of those speaking. His crimson eyes watched them intently but not before turning his head toward the Mall Rats who were booing to give them a resentful sneer, how rude! Though, in truth, he didn't really know why there was a council in the first place or what their intentions were; he's just some goober after-all! But here he stood, listening and watching closely before ultimately raising his hand with brimming excitement once he found them come to a natural conclusion with their speech. "I have a question! I have a request!" The hissah yipped out as he waited to be called, please pick him!</div> <div title="Kiyumi" style="margin-top:2em">(Kiyumi) The Kitsune chuckles softly at the dragoness, not taking her eyes of the councilor. "Well, aren't we *both* glad I am here then? The more questions the merrier..." she trails off, seemingly pondering something. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She speaks to the dragoness in a hushed tone, "Really, what I'd like to know, is to what degree Zephyr and RSX are influencing these people. What leverage they have..."</div> <div title="Celia-fae" style="margin-top:2em">(Celia-fae) The dragoness rolls her eyes at the kitsune's vanity but nods with understanding. "Yeah, I'd like to know that as well. Truth be told, I came here to see if slash how much RSX has invested in this, if at all." Putting a claw to her chin she thinks for a moment, "my mother told me stories about how politics worked before P-day and unless we have everyone from all walks of life invested in this, there is bound to be conflict, and the last thing we need is war of some kind." She sighs and shakes her head, looking to the kitsune. "Guess we'll find out together, huh?"</div> <div title="Deidre" style="margin-top:2em">(Deidre) Arriving at the scene is a pink panda wearing an emerald green sundress and a straw hat, she's holding a journal in her hands as she begins making her way through the crowd. She nudges her way into the masses finding a space she can clearly see the speakers. She waits quietly, as the wind pulls at the flier hanging out of the leather satchel over her shoulder. She has a determined look on her face as she speaks up trying to over talk the crowd, "Deidre Doofles here, When will you be taking these questions? I certainly have a couple regarding how the "council" regards agents and the other agencies."</div> | + | <div></div><div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(Miru) It was a cool, if windy afternoon in Fairhaven. The sound of some crow echoing in the distance. The 5th Street Station was mostly abandoned these days, given that no train was under operation, and ever since electricity and water became a bit more common, most people decided to live in the serviced buildings of Fairhaven. This left this once epicenter of travel, then epicenter for survivor encampments a mostly abandoned stop between Zephyr's tower, being all towering in the distance, and the western outposts, including the city of New Dawn further up north. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>A rather mundane husky girl was standing in the center of the plaza accompanied by a short portly beaver. The husky was clad in a large parka and a very conspicuous sombrero with dangling lanterns hanging from its rim, the calling card of the Prometheans - especially their more devoted members and priesthood. The beaver was dressed in a more mundane shirt and jeans. Standing to further apart from those two was an okami boi clad in a rather old-fashioned outfit with a notebook in hand, an INU representative familiar for those who lived in the city. A group of concerned citizens, idle gawkers, and even a few hecklers of the new council were slowly gravitating towards the scene.</div> <div title="Vande" style="margin-top:2em">(Vande) Rolling into the scene was a large ball composed of metallic, dark-green scales that kicked up dirt and crumbled pavement wherever it went. After coming into a respectable distance of the amassing group, the scaled ball then unfurled itself to expose a small and pudgy hissah that clutched onto design papers and blueprints with its little clawed paws. He heard that a council meeting was being held here, and since that sounded important he thought maybe he could use this chance to get talks of his grand ideas going within the community! "Greetings people of Fairhaven!" The hissah yapped from behind the crowd as he tried to squeeze past and dodge the legs of the taller mutants and citizens. </div> <div title="Kiyumi" style="margin-top:2em">(Kiyumi) A Kitsune stood stood somewhere towards the back of the crowd, blending in seamlessly as she watched the event. Upon seeing the Hissah in a corner from her eye, she couldn't help herself from letting out a light chuckle. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Oh dear, seems we'll have all sorts of fun on our hands" she mused to herself as she thought upon the events. She hoped to find out exactly what is going on in this city and what better place to do so?</div> <div title="Celia-fae" style="margin-top:2em">(Celia-fae) Holding up the flier she grabbed from the message board, a dragoness looks at the address then glances around the area, "This looks like the right spot," she says before noticing the crowd. Glad she didn't end up hopelessly lost as usual, she looks and spies a familiar face. Hurrying over to the kitsune, she whispers to her. "Glad to see a familiar face here. I would be too afraid to speak if I was by myself."</div> <div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(Miru) As the number of people filtering into the area began to dwindle, the husky took a step forward in front of the crowd, her lanterns dangling in the wind pelting the plaza. With a wide smile, the husky spread her arms. "Welcome brothers and sisters! I am Councilor Sara Redmane, one of your representative in the Fairhaven council, and proud Promethean." She said in a distinct Cali-native accent. "I am here to answer any complaints or questions about what has the council been up to, ever since we have been formed, or even if you just have local problems you want us to look into." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Almost as soon as the councilor finished talking a loud boo was heard from a couple of Mall Rats standing to the side, one of them holding a sign that read 'Big Three is bad. Big Four is worse.' The councilor gave them a smile, before addressing the crowd again. "I understand that some of us are still against the idea of a government forming in our fair city, but I assure you that such an endeavor is for the betterment of us all. The two corporations cannot be trusted to bring forth a new age for our people."</div> <div title="Vande" style="margin-top:2em">(Vande) Vande listened intently to the council once he managed to push past the crowd and wind up near the front so that he could get a clear view of those speaking. His crimson eyes watched them intently but not before turning his head toward the Mall Rats who were booing to give them a resentful sneer, how rude! Though, in truth, he didn't really know why there was a council in the first place or what their intentions were; he's just some goober after-all! But here he stood, listening and watching closely before ultimately raising his hand with brimming excitement once he found them come to a natural conclusion with their speech. "I have a question! I have a request!" The hissah yipped out as he waited to be called, please pick him!</div> <div title="Kiyumi" style="margin-top:2em">(Kiyumi) The Kitsune chuckles softly at the dragoness, not taking her eyes of the councilor. "Well, aren't we *both* glad I am here then? The more questions the merrier..." she trails off, seemingly pondering something. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She speaks to the dragoness in a hushed tone, "Really, what I'd like to know, is to what degree Zephyr and RSX are influencing these people. What leverage they have..."</div> <div title="Celia-fae" style="margin-top:2em">(Celia-fae) The dragoness rolls her eyes at the kitsune's vanity but nods with understanding. "Yeah, I'd like to know that as well. Truth be told, I came here to see if slash how much RSX has invested in this, if at all." Putting a claw to her chin she thinks for a moment, "my mother told me stories about how politics worked before P-day and unless we have everyone from all walks of life invested in this, there is bound to be conflict, and the last thing we need is war of some kind." She sighs and shakes her head, looking to the kitsune. "Guess we'll find out together, huh?"</div> <div title="Deidre" style="margin-top:2em">(Deidre) Arriving at the scene is a pink panda wearing an emerald green sundress and a straw hat, she's holding a journal in her hands as she begins making her way through the crowd. She nudges her way into the masses finding a space she can clearly see the speakers. She waits quietly, as the wind pulls at the flier hanging out of the leather satchel over her shoulder. She has a determined look on her face as she speaks up trying to over talk the crowd, "Deidre Doofles here, When will you be taking these questions? I certainly have a couple regarding how the "council" regards agents and the other agencies."</div><div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(Miru) As soon as the councilor finished her speech, it seemed like a dozen questions began being fired at random. The beaver standing next to Sara quickly raised his hands to try and calm down the crowd. "Order. Order." Came a surprisingly posh English voice. "One at a time, we are not barbarians." As the crowd calmed down a bit, a voice from the side was heard. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Councilor, you just criticized the two corporations, but you are a member of the Prometheans, the last pillar of the big three. Is your faction also not attempting to co-opt the newly formed council?" Said the okami boi in a distinctly melodic voice. Sara gave the kemokami a side glance and a smile. "As much as I would like to answer the press. I am afraid I have to devout this session to the concerns of the people." Came the response, dodging the question, as Sara quickly turned away and pointed at the small jumping Hissah. "You, my good friend. You have a question, please go ahead." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Some might say the councilor jumped on the easiest prey, some might say the councilor simply cared for all the people in front of her equally. Regardless, it seemed that Vande was given the floor.</div> <div title="Vande" style="margin-top:2em">(Vande) Vande hissed silently to himself as the okami boi asked a similar question that he was about to present, but no matter! "As we are growing to be a more orderly city with people needing to be moved about to fill in the duties needed to maintain said city, I have a proposal to make!" Vande tried to speak properly and with some proper professionalism, but his somewhat shrill voice still gave him the image of some munchkin rather than the businessman he wanted to make himself out to be. His clawed hands unfurled the blueprints he had that detailed his plans of a railroad system that would encompass the city and the different parts and modifications he needed to make a proper train engine going. "A rail line to make transportation easier! We can start by setting up lines to more important parts of the city to try to boost efficiency and give way to more mutants seeking jobs!" </div> <div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(Miru) As the Hissah introduced his proposal, and began unfurling his blueprints, an odd silence fell upon the crowd. Some might question the sanity of a city-wide transportation system, while others might think of it as visionary. However, it was perhaps not ideal that the proposition was given by a shrill-voiced half-pint hissah that the average person would rather cuddle than listen to city-planning proposals from. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>There was an audible laugh from the, slightly taller, beaver. "My good man, what are you on about? We are here to discuss complaints. At the very least you need to write a proposal to your fanciful dream, maybe add a bit about the free cake you will be offering." Came that English voice again, with distinct condescension. "What my assistant is saying, friend. Is that you need to write up a proposal and submit it to the council for consideration." Sara answered with an apologetic smile. "Now who else had a question?" She said as she looked around. </div> <div title="Kiyumi" style="margin-top:2em">(Kiyumi) Familiar smile gracing her face, Kiyumi listens to the dragoness passively, having her own concerns about the future of this city and the factions within. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The kitsune can't withhold a light chuckle as the INU reporter is waved away. "Oh dear," she whispers to the dragoness, "barely started and already dodging the difficult questions, mm? At least she's a real politician." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She nods, smile slightly fading as Vande gets the stage. "Yep. Real politician indeed..." she mutters to herself more than anyone. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>As the Hissah is rejected with harsh words, she looks towards the dragoness, no trace of her smile left as she speaks bitterly in hushed tones. "My, whomever they believe they answer to, it seems it's not the people..." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Shame though," she adds later, "A railway system could help combat the rampant issues with sex crimes, kidnapping and mauling on the street... Economic boon, too..." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She continues watching with much less interest than before, now mostly inspecting the other observers.</div> <div title="Celia-fae" style="margin-top:2em">(Celia-fae) The dragoness sighs as she watches the poor hissah get shot down, rather rudely at that. "I agree with the poor little guy. Although while it would cut down on the things you said, Kiyumi, I figure that they'd still do it, even on the trains." Her eyes open wide for a moment. "Wait, was I hearing things or did I hear Dee? With the hissah's proposal I almost forgot I heard her!" She goes on the lookout for her good friend, trying to find her in the little crowd.</div> <div title="Deidre" style="margin-top:2em">(Deidre) Deidre looks frustrated, but the panda waits for the council representatives to get to her. She speaks loud and clear over any murmuring of the crowd "Since you won't answer the actual reporter than maybe you'll answer someone else asking. How does the council plan to associate itself with the existing agencies and more importantly how do you plan to compose yourselves in a manner that you think transcends everything they've already began and are doing? You want to reassure the people, nows your chance." As the Panda finishes speaking she looks down to her journal ready to write out their responses on a blank page with a fountain pen. She adjusts the digital camera hanging around her neck to put her chin to her chest as she does so.</div> <div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(Miru) Sara looked around, but as the rather forceful question is asked by the red panda, she is taken aback. "Well, I..." However, the councilor does not get her chance to finish, as her assistant quickly butts in. "Gods above, miss. Is that how your parents taught you to talk? First of all, amateur reporting is still not what we are here for. And, good miss, what agencies are you even talking about? The K9 Police? Why, we have been working with them tirelessly for the last year or so, how else do you think we have kept these streets safe, and most ferals out of it? Why, Sara here volunteers every single weekend in Feral shelters trying to rehabilitate those poor lost souls. It is still mostly done in New Dawn, I don't see the corps doing that, no RSX still barely tolerate ferals alive!" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>As the mention of Feral rehab, and RSX, a number of the people in crowd nod in agreement. After all, many here are mostly mutated, and few fondly remember RSX's fairly recent policy of 'shoot on sight'. </div> <div title="Vande" style="margin-top:2em">(Vande) Vande was shot down, but he took it on the chin! He just smiled and nodded, "Of course, of course; I didn't know there was a proper procedure." He chuckled awkwardly before furling up his drawn out plans and clutching them into his hands once more with a tightened grip. "Do carry on," he encouraged as he stepped back into the crowd to make attempts to blend in and minimize his presence. </div> |
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(Miru) It was a cool, if windy afternoon in Fairhaven. The sound of some crow echoing in the distance. The 5th Street Station was mostly abandoned these days, given that no train was under operation, and ever since electricity and water became a bit more common, most people decided to live in the serviced buildings of Fairhaven. This left this once epicenter of travel, then epicenter for survivor encampments a mostly abandoned stop between Zephyr's tower, being all towering in the distance, and the western outposts, including the city of New Dawn further up north. A rather mundane husky girl was standing in the center of the plaza accompanied by a short portly beaver. The husky was clad in a large parka and a very conspicuous sombrero with dangling lanterns hanging from its rim, the calling card of the Prometheans - especially their more devoted members and priesthood. The beaver was dressed in a more mundane shirt and jeans. Standing to further apart from those two was an okami boi clad in a rather old-fashioned outfit with a notebook in hand, an INU representative familiar for those who lived in the city. A group of concerned citizens, idle gawkers, and even a few hecklers of the new council were slowly gravitating towards the scene.
(Vande) Rolling into the scene was a large ball composed of metallic, dark-green scales that kicked up dirt and crumbled pavement wherever it went. After coming into a respectable distance of the amassing group, the scaled ball then unfurled itself to expose a small and pudgy hissah that clutched onto design papers and blueprints with its little clawed paws. He heard that a council meeting was being held here, and since that sounded important he thought maybe he could use this chance to get talks of his grand ideas going within the community! "Greetings people of Fairhaven!" The hissah yapped from behind the crowd as he tried to squeeze past and dodge the legs of the taller mutants and citizens.
(Kiyumi) A Kitsune stood stood somewhere towards the back of the crowd, blending in seamlessly as she watched the event. Upon seeing the Hissah in a corner from her eye, she couldn't help herself from letting out a light chuckle. "Oh dear, seems we'll have all sorts of fun on our hands" she mused to herself as she thought upon the events. She hoped to find out exactly what is going on in this city and what better place to do so?
(Celia-fae) Holding up the flier she grabbed from the message board, a dragoness looks at the address then glances around the area, "This looks like the right spot," she says before noticing the crowd. Glad she didn't end up hopelessly lost as usual, she looks and spies a familiar face. Hurrying over to the kitsune, she whispers to her. "Glad to see a familiar face here. I would be too afraid to speak if I was by myself."
(Miru) As the number of people filtering into the area began to dwindle, the husky took a step forward in front of the crowd, her lanterns dangling in the wind pelting the plaza. With a wide smile, the husky spread her arms. "Welcome brothers and sisters! I am Councilor Sara Redmane, one of your representative in the Fairhaven council, and proud Promethean." She said in a distinct Cali-native accent. "I am here to answer any complaints or questions about what has the council been up to, ever since we have been formed, or even if you just have local problems you want us to look into." Almost as soon as the councilor finished talking a loud boo was heard from a couple of Mall Rats standing to the side, one of them holding a sign that read 'Big Three is bad. Big Four is worse.' The councilor gave them a smile, before addressing the crowd again. "I understand that some of us are still against the idea of a government forming in our fair city, but I assure you that such an endeavor is for the betterment of us all. The two corporations cannot be trusted to bring forth a new age for our people."
(Vande) Vande listened intently to the council once he managed to push past the crowd and wind up near the front so that he could get a clear view of those speaking. His crimson eyes watched them intently but not before turning his head toward the Mall Rats who were booing to give them a resentful sneer, how rude! Though, in truth, he didn't really know why there was a council in the first place or what their intentions were; he's just some goober after-all! But here he stood, listening and watching closely before ultimately raising his hand with brimming excitement once he found them come to a natural conclusion with their speech. "I have a question! I have a request!" The hissah yipped out as he waited to be called, please pick him!
(Kiyumi) The Kitsune chuckles softly at the dragoness, not taking her eyes of the councilor. "Well, aren't we *both* glad I am here then? The more questions the merrier..." she trails off, seemingly pondering something. She speaks to the dragoness in a hushed tone, "Really, what I'd like to know, is to what degree Zephyr and RSX are influencing these people. What leverage they have..."
(Celia-fae) The dragoness rolls her eyes at the kitsune's vanity but nods with understanding. "Yeah, I'd like to know that as well. Truth be told, I came here to see if slash how much RSX has invested in this, if at all." Putting a claw to her chin she thinks for a moment, "my mother told me stories about how politics worked before P-day and unless we have everyone from all walks of life invested in this, there is bound to be conflict, and the last thing we need is war of some kind." She sighs and shakes her head, looking to the kitsune. "Guess we'll find out together, huh?"
(Deidre) Arriving at the scene is a pink panda wearing an emerald green sundress and a straw hat, she's holding a journal in her hands as she begins making her way through the crowd. She nudges her way into the masses finding a space she can clearly see the speakers. She waits quietly, as the wind pulls at the flier hanging out of the leather satchel over her shoulder. She has a determined look on her face as she speaks up trying to over talk the crowd, "Deidre Doofles here, When will you be taking these questions? I certainly have a couple regarding how the "council" regards agents and the other agencies."
(Miru) As soon as the councilor finished her speech, it seemed like a dozen questions began being fired at random. The beaver standing next to Sara quickly raised his hands to try and calm down the crowd. "Order. Order." Came a surprisingly posh English voice. "One at a time, we are not barbarians." As the crowd calmed down a bit, a voice from the side was heard. "Councilor, you just criticized the two corporations, but you are a member of the Prometheans, the last pillar of the big three. Is your faction also not attempting to co-opt the newly formed council?" Said the okami boi in a distinctly melodic voice. Sara gave the kemokami a side glance and a smile. "As much as I would like to answer the press. I am afraid I have to devout this session to the concerns of the people." Came the response, dodging the question, as Sara quickly turned away and pointed at the small jumping Hissah. "You, my good friend. You have a question, please go ahead." Some might say the councilor jumped on the easiest prey, some might say the councilor simply cared for all the people in front of her equally. Regardless, it seemed that Vande was given the floor.
(Vande) Vande hissed silently to himself as the okami boi asked a similar question that he was about to present, but no matter! "As we are growing to be a more orderly city with people needing to be moved about to fill in the duties needed to maintain said city, I have a proposal to make!" Vande tried to speak properly and with some proper professionalism, but his somewhat shrill voice still gave him the image of some munchkin rather than the businessman he wanted to make himself out to be. His clawed hands unfurled the blueprints he had that detailed his plans of a railroad system that would encompass the city and the different parts and modifications he needed to make a proper train engine going. "A rail line to make transportation easier! We can start by setting up lines to more important parts of the city to try to boost efficiency and give way to more mutants seeking jobs!"
(Miru) As the Hissah introduced his proposal, and began unfurling his blueprints, an odd silence fell upon the crowd. Some might question the sanity of a city-wide transportation system, while others might think of it as visionary. However, it was perhaps not ideal that the proposition was given by a shrill-voiced half-pint hissah that the average person would rather cuddle than listen to city-planning proposals from. There was an audible laugh from the, slightly taller, beaver. "My good man, what are you on about? We are here to discuss complaints. At the very least you need to write a proposal to your fanciful dream, maybe add a bit about the free cake you will be offering." Came that English voice again, with distinct condescension. "What my assistant is saying, friend. Is that you need to write up a proposal and submit it to the council for consideration." Sara answered with an apologetic smile. "Now who else had a question?" She said as she looked around.
(Kiyumi) Familiar smile gracing her face, Kiyumi listens to the dragoness passively, having her own concerns about the future of this city and the factions within. The kitsune can't withhold a light chuckle as the INU reporter is waved away. "Oh dear," she whispers to the dragoness, "barely started and already dodging the difficult questions, mm? At least she's a real politician." She nods, smile slightly fading as Vande gets the stage. "Yep. Real politician indeed..." she mutters to herself more than anyone. As the Hissah is rejected with harsh words, she looks towards the dragoness, no trace of her smile left as she speaks bitterly in hushed tones. "My, whomever they believe they answer to, it seems it's not the people..." "Shame though," she adds later, "A railway system could help combat the rampant issues with sex crimes, kidnapping and mauling on the street... Economic boon, too..." She continues watching with much less interest than before, now mostly inspecting the other observers.
(Celia-fae) The dragoness sighs as she watches the poor hissah get shot down, rather rudely at that. "I agree with the poor little guy. Although while it would cut down on the things you said, Kiyumi, I figure that they'd still do it, even on the trains." Her eyes open wide for a moment. "Wait, was I hearing things or did I hear Dee? With the hissah's proposal I almost forgot I heard her!" She goes on the lookout for her good friend, trying to find her in the little crowd.
(Deidre) Deidre looks frustrated, but the panda waits for the council representatives to get to her. She speaks loud and clear over any murmuring of the crowd "Since you won't answer the actual reporter than maybe you'll answer someone else asking. How does the council plan to associate itself with the existing agencies and more importantly how do you plan to compose yourselves in a manner that you think transcends everything they've already began and are doing? You want to reassure the people, nows your chance." As the Panda finishes speaking she looks down to her journal ready to write out their responses on a blank page with a fountain pen. She adjusts the digital camera hanging around her neck to put her chin to her chest as she does so.
(Miru) Sara looked around, but as the rather forceful question is asked by the red panda, she is taken aback. "Well, I..." However, the councilor does not get her chance to finish, as her assistant quickly butts in. "Gods above, miss. Is that how your parents taught you to talk? First of all, amateur reporting is still not what we are here for. And, good miss, what agencies are you even talking about? The K9 Police? Why, we have been working with them tirelessly for the last year or so, how else do you think we have kept these streets safe, and most ferals out of it? Why, Sara here volunteers every single weekend in Feral shelters trying to rehabilitate those poor lost souls. It is still mostly done in New Dawn, I don't see the corps doing that, no RSX still barely tolerate ferals alive!" As the mention of Feral rehab, and RSX, a number of the people in crowd nod in agreement. After all, many here are mostly mutated, and few fondly remember RSX's fairly recent policy of 'shoot on sight'.
(Vande) Vande was shot down, but he took it on the chin! He just smiled and nodded, "Of course, of course; I didn't know there was a proper procedure." He chuckled awkwardly before furling up his drawn out plans and clutching them into his hands once more with a tightened grip. "Do carry on," he encouraged as he stepped back into the crowd to make attempts to blend in and minimize his presence.
