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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Aaron enters the yard from the inside, looking a little tired but otherwise none the worse for wear. The yard has been slightly modified, with a makeshift stage in front of the entrance to the edifice itself, lined with several simple chairs. Instead of making her way to one of said chairs, she approaches the podium, which seems to have a small gavel resting upon it. Once there, she waits for people to filter in, unsure of what to expect.<br> <br>Dapper-dressed, as always, a well-groomed gentleman strides along into the open area before the privately-owned venue. A light hum plays from the man's lips, and his pin-striped attire seems tailor-fit with how it hugs his figure. Satan pauses to peruse the environs with his eyes. A political meeting, they say?<br> <br>Edel was never one for politics, really, but those who don't make history are forgotten by it, and she can't have that, certainly. Dressed in her black and gold regal silks, she shuffles into the aream sleeves linked as she turns away to hide a sleepy yawn. It should be interesting, at least.<br> <br>Ebreus glides to a landing a short distance away from the grounds of the La Maison d'Etre. After his landing he makes his way in to the meeting, smiling in anticipation of the Town Hall. As he makes his way in he spots Aaron and the vampire as he makes his way to the front row.<br> <br> Today was the day. The day when things... Well... probably wouldn't change much, but the start of it could happen. Planting seeds... Seeds to change it all. Mokou walked up to the edge of that yard, designated as it had been in the messages circulating through town... Word of mouth, a few flyers that had been distributed, and of course, more than one message from a particularly persistant reporter. La Maison d'Etre. She quietly brushed down her shorts, a few breaths taken in, out, and back again. Remember what this is for. Remember... Slowly slipping in, the little fennec lass moved to the side, making her way towards simple chairs, soon securing one for her own. Here's for making history... Be it for good, for for ill. The speaker, a bunny lass, didn't quite look familiar. But, well... Were this to go through... would effect everyone. She simply offered a slight smile, nodding their way. Let's see how this goes...<br> <br>Ciana slowly enters the Town Hall grounds, still dressed in her holiday gear, lightly waving to Ebreus as she takes a seat at the back row. While, for the smolfox, politics seemed to be of low priority, she looked intentively at the place the speaker was to be.<br> <br>Anagram watches from the back, a shirtless kemomimi german shepard with jeans and boots. His criminal reputation will get him a lot of stares at a political meet, but he has interests that need securing for the future. So he looks over the people who gathered, sizing up their influence and the effort it would take to set up his plans.<br> <br>Near the edge of the stage was a familiar figure to some. The little okami was clad in a new attire, looking like a journalist from the wrong era, and was busy writing things down on her notebook. But once people started filtering in, Miru closed her notebook, grabbed a little sphere on the ground and jumped on stage, staying near the back. |
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| + | The kemo-canine would then proceed to set the sphere on the ground and take out a little device. A minute of messing about passes before finally the little sphere springs into life and begins rising into the air, eliciting a wide grin from the journalist. "Sweet caramel...so pretty." She whispered to herself as the drone continued on its upward movement to get th best vantage point of the meeting. | ||
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| + | The okami would then quickly rush towards the podium and set up a little recording device on it, giving Aaron a quick thumbs up before rushing towards the back again, seemingly finally finishing her burst of activity.<br> <br>Aaron watches on with a hopeful expression as people of all stripes begin to filter in. Good, good, this is what she was hoping for. People taking an interest in their government is a good first step. Now to give them something to listen to. Okay, deep breath. "Ladies, gentlemen, and everything else." she calls out, to bring the meeting to order. "Thank you for attending this meeting. What we undertake here is the very beginnings of a proper government for this region of California. Zephyr and RSX have kept us alive until now, but we cannot be held to corporate interests for the rest of our lives. We need to seek autonomy for ourselves, and there's no other way to start than to forge some basic tenets. This path will not be easy, but it will be rewarding in the end if we stick with it. Any questions?" This said, she watches to see if anyone runs screaming into the streets. <br> <br>Lifting his hand, the dapper fellow flags in a motion to try and gain attention for his own question after Aaron's words, Satan showing off a warm smile.<br> <br>Those wide ears of hers gave Mokou at least a sharp inclination of the rabbit's words. Perhaps would be interesting... but no matter. Spying that daper fellow before raising his hand, she too... did so.<br> <br>Astara wasn't always one for dressing up, or dressing much at all! Her proportions and tauric structure limited options significantly... and, she just preferred generally to not be squeezed into some tight-fitting clothing like a sausage, being more than okay with being nude. | ||
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| + | Today was an exception, though: this was an important day, so the large foxtaur padded in in style. Astara had her upper half clad in a tight-fitting but immaculately clean suit-jacket, her two rows of breasts on her upper half absolutely fighting to break free of their tight confines; yet, for a post-nanite world, she was covered decently there. She even had a taur-skirt of sorts to complement her top, but that could only do so much. It left most of her furry breasts and balls on display, but she was just so absurdly endowed that it almost became that hiding in plain sight! She couldn't have covered it all up unless it went most of the way to the floor, and that would be a recipe for a messy skirt. It was a miracle she kept her top dry given her leakiness. | ||
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| + | Astara arrived fashionably late, padding in right as Aaron opened up. She surveyed the attendees first, and seeing Mokou, she quickly trots over beside the familiar fennec, giving a little wave! Yet, besides a little "Hello, long time no see!", the taur draws her attention right to Aaron... and Satan, and Mokou again.<br> <br>Ebreus smiles as the speaker sets the basics of what they are going to be discussing. He raises his upper right hand above his head and waits to be aknoledged... and hopes the procedings are well structured enough that no disturbances will be necessary to have a say.<br> <br>Vari walked into the yard, wearing a rather elegant evening dress in white, and a large sunhat in the same color with some fake roses attached to it. In her gloved hands she was carrying a silver suitcase with the K9 emblem on it. looking through the crowd, she was trying to study as many faces as possible, out of interest of course, but also because of her work. She listened to the words that Aaron spoke carefully. Nodding to herself, the kemo vulpine walked towards the stage, and off to the side. It was a better place to look over the crowd. After all, she still was unsure as to what such an event as this could bring.<br> <br>Aaron nods her head, first pointing to Satan, then to Mokou, then to Ebreus. "The three of you, in order. Each question will be answered before we proceed." She seems rather pleased...good. There *should* be questions, and lots of them. This is the future of the region she's talking about, after all. | ||
Revision as of 02:26, 15 January 2018
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Aaron enters the yard from the inside, looking a little tired but otherwise none the worse for wear. The yard has been slightly modified, with a makeshift stage in front of the entrance to the edifice itself, lined with several simple chairs. Instead of making her way to one of said chairs, she approaches the podium, which seems to have a small gavel resting upon it. Once there, she waits for people to filter in, unsure of what to expect.
Dapper-dressed, as always, a well-groomed gentleman strides along into the open area before the privately-owned venue. A light hum plays from the man's lips, and his pin-striped attire seems tailor-fit with how it hugs his figure. Satan pauses to peruse the environs with his eyes. A political meeting, they say?
Edel was never one for politics, really, but those who don't make history are forgotten by it, and she can't have that, certainly. Dressed in her black and gold regal silks, she shuffles into the aream sleeves linked as she turns away to hide a sleepy yawn. It should be interesting, at least.
Ebreus glides to a landing a short distance away from the grounds of the La Maison d'Etre. After his landing he makes his way in to the meeting, smiling in anticipation of the Town Hall. As he makes his way in he spots Aaron and the vampire as he makes his way to the front row.
Today was the day. The day when things... Well... probably wouldn't change much, but the start of it could happen. Planting seeds... Seeds to change it all. Mokou walked up to the edge of that yard, designated as it had been in the messages circulating through town... Word of mouth, a few flyers that had been distributed, and of course, more than one message from a particularly persistant reporter. La Maison d'Etre. She quietly brushed down her shorts, a few breaths taken in, out, and back again. Remember what this is for. Remember... Slowly slipping in, the little fennec lass moved to the side, making her way towards simple chairs, soon securing one for her own. Here's for making history... Be it for good, for for ill. The speaker, a bunny lass, didn't quite look familiar. But, well... Were this to go through... would effect everyone. She simply offered a slight smile, nodding their way. Let's see how this goes...
Ciana slowly enters the Town Hall grounds, still dressed in her holiday gear, lightly waving to Ebreus as she takes a seat at the back row. While, for the smolfox, politics seemed to be of low priority, she looked intentively at the place the speaker was to be.
Anagram watches from the back, a shirtless kemomimi german shepard with jeans and boots. His criminal reputation will get him a lot of stares at a political meet, but he has interests that need securing for the future. So he looks over the people who gathered, sizing up their influence and the effort it would take to set up his plans.
Near the edge of the stage was a familiar figure to some. The little okami was clad in a new attire, looking like a journalist from the wrong era, and was busy writing things down on her notebook. But once people started filtering in, Miru closed her notebook, grabbed a little sphere on the ground and jumped on stage, staying near the back.
The kemo-canine would then proceed to set the sphere on the ground and take out a little device. A minute of messing about passes before finally the little sphere springs into life and begins rising into the air, eliciting a wide grin from the journalist. "Sweet caramel...so pretty." She whispered to herself as the drone continued on its upward movement to get th best vantage point of the meeting.
The okami would then quickly rush towards the podium and set up a little recording device on it, giving Aaron a quick thumbs up before rushing towards the back again, seemingly finally finishing her burst of activity.
Aaron watches on with a hopeful expression as people of all stripes begin to filter in. Good, good, this is what she was hoping for. People taking an interest in their government is a good first step. Now to give them something to listen to. Okay, deep breath. "Ladies, gentlemen, and everything else." she calls out, to bring the meeting to order. "Thank you for attending this meeting. What we undertake here is the very beginnings of a proper government for this region of California. Zephyr and RSX have kept us alive until now, but we cannot be held to corporate interests for the rest of our lives. We need to seek autonomy for ourselves, and there's no other way to start than to forge some basic tenets. This path will not be easy, but it will be rewarding in the end if we stick with it. Any questions?" This said, she watches to see if anyone runs screaming into the streets.
Lifting his hand, the dapper fellow flags in a motion to try and gain attention for his own question after Aaron's words, Satan showing off a warm smile.
Those wide ears of hers gave Mokou at least a sharp inclination of the rabbit's words. Perhaps would be interesting... but no matter. Spying that daper fellow before raising his hand, she too... did so.
Astara wasn't always one for dressing up, or dressing much at all! Her proportions and tauric structure limited options significantly... and, she just preferred generally to not be squeezed into some tight-fitting clothing like a sausage, being more than okay with being nude.
Today was an exception, though: this was an important day, so the large foxtaur padded in in style. Astara had her upper half clad in a tight-fitting but immaculately clean suit-jacket, her two rows of breasts on her upper half absolutely fighting to break free of their tight confines; yet, for a post-nanite world, she was covered decently there. She even had a taur-skirt of sorts to complement her top, but that could only do so much. It left most of her furry breasts and balls on display, but she was just so absurdly endowed that it almost became that hiding in plain sight! She couldn't have covered it all up unless it went most of the way to the floor, and that would be a recipe for a messy skirt. It was a miracle she kept her top dry given her leakiness.
Astara arrived fashionably late, padding in right as Aaron opened up. She surveyed the attendees first, and seeing Mokou, she quickly trots over beside the familiar fennec, giving a little wave! Yet, besides a little "Hello, long time no see!", the taur draws her attention right to Aaron... and Satan, and Mokou again.
Ebreus smiles as the speaker sets the basics of what they are going to be discussing. He raises his upper right hand above his head and waits to be aknoledged... and hopes the procedings are well structured enough that no disturbances will be necessary to have a say.
Vari walked into the yard, wearing a rather elegant evening dress in white, and a large sunhat in the same color with some fake roses attached to it. In her gloved hands she was carrying a silver suitcase with the K9 emblem on it. looking through the crowd, she was trying to study as many faces as possible, out of interest of course, but also because of her work. She listened to the words that Aaron spoke carefully. Nodding to herself, the kemo vulpine walked towards the stage, and off to the side. It was a better place to look over the crowd. After all, she still was unsure as to what such an event as this could bring.
Aaron nods her head, first pointing to Satan, then to Mokou, then to Ebreus. "The three of you, in order. Each question will be answered before we proceed." She seems rather pleased...good. There *should* be questions, and lots of them. This is the future of the region she's talking about, after all.
