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*I nod as I sit in front of the window*
Yeah, I can't wait to see what happens. They've been working on this for months.
*We managed to take down a few of them and the others retreat, I walk forward to look at the enemy* Um..... Does this armor look familiar to you guys at all?
*Claire suddenly groans* Dammit! The TV shut off.... *Suddenly the power shuts off, you look at star labs and a shockwave is coming from the building straight for you*
Get down!
*I jump up and grab Claire's arm, pushing her down to the floor. I grab some pillows off the beds and put them over her head and mine*
*The windows explode in. It’s over almost immediately, Claire looks up* What just happened?
*I get up and shake some glass off of myself then help her up*
I have no idea but I know whatever it was is definitely not good...
Harper.... *You turn around to see Claire with cuts all over her arms. You wake up at the hospital the next morning, the doctors tell you Claire is all right but that her right arm is going to need to stay bandaged up. You hear a familiar voice in the room nearby, you look in and Bella Allen cracks you smile* Hey kid, I thought I would see you at the police station but I got to admit this is definitely awkward...
Oh, hi. Yeah it definitely is. It's crazy what happened yesterday.
Yeah, it was a must’ve got hit by a live wire. I got shocked so badly that it knocked me through a table.... How about you and your friend are you guys okay?
Oh gosh, I hope you're alright.
*I nod*
I'm fine, my best friend got scratched up pretty badly and so did a few other classmates but nothing super serious thankfully.
It’s a shame, star labs failed spectacularly. The reactor overloaded. By all accounts Harrison Wells was pretty severely injured, his crew survived though. *Aunt May picks you up and drives out of Coast city* You are so lucky things didn’t go worse, are you sure you’re OK?
//I like this do I need to reply?
Of course not, your character is your character.
*I nod*
Yes May, I'm alright I promise.
*A lightning strike hits right in front of the car, May jams on the brakes. A man stands in front of the car with a grin* Well well well, I hate to tell you ladies this but there’s a toll for this road.
//alright then sign me up for this rp
M: not at all.
So, do you want to start with a combat scenario or diplomatic?
Great, unknown enemy... *We all head to the ship, to our surprise no more enemy forces are around* What is the ship’s contingency plan if they can’t contain these guys?
M: same as the Martian's blow up the ship
Idk I am thinking of self development. Hey are you on the TSP discord? If so I would like to tell you how is the nation formed
Or your discord tag and username
You wake?
Hello?
Insurgency - Fissure | 2 August 2050 | 3:12 PM HNST | Archive Room, Local Administrative Offices Precinct, Hyojō Street, Kangshii District, Hyoejin, Taigyu Domain, Tōdongbuhōsanyama Province, Hanguk-Nippon
Itsuki Gakyō stormed into the precinct with a tinge of subtlety. First past the receptionists and quickly right down the winding hallways. A few flights of stairs, more tortuous corridors, and he finally reached his vice counseling room. Earlier that week he arranged a meeting between himself and several other members of the Foreign Secretariat. Within the security of the Administrative Offices, he could lay out his strategy as he pleased. His own affiliates would also be able to press his plans further into pragmatic delusion. It was the perfect time of day to be snapping a nation in two. Nothing could have satisfied his encroaching will to bring forth the truth of Sinjōism. A way of, perhaps, advancing Hanguk-Nippon’s ideological interests to the highest and most unexpected degree. He was very pleased.
Room 77-B. Here it was. Gakyō opened the door without hesitation; his advisors were ready and armed with the latest intelligence services and diplomatic analyses. He smiled and seated himself at the head of the table. His face relaxed a little.
“Distinguished colleagues, I have great news for you. Our monetary outreach to several private affiliates has been successful. They have agreed to support the state in its path towards national sovereignty, and to establish law in the poorly managed archipelago of... Rovelís. Has the transaction made it though? Has he accepted?” He glanced at the woman sitting two seats away on his left side. She opened a folder and handed him a list of bills and receipts.
“We’ve tracked where the money has been wired. No surprise; Mr. Terron piled it into his ‘club fund’. Of course, that is merely a cover-up for his leadership of the independence league. We in the Ministry of Intelligence have been keeping tabs on this underground resistance. Now, they appear to be spring into action. They’ve finally began to apply their promises on their petitions,” the lady explained. “There’s no reason for them to be so hesitant any more about our gifts. They should be grateful for our decisive assistance.”
Gakyō nodded and handed back the list. He motioned towards a member of the Former Ministry of Rites. The man, Head of Ministerial Administration, bent over and presented him with the latest diplomatic Blue Book containing a bountiful collection of detailed maps of all actions and their territories including Midand and Rovelís. The administrator detected a sparkle in Gakyō’s eyes. He smiled warmly.
“I owe you a great sum Mr. Hwangjū. Thank you for delivering this to me so quickly,” Gakyō looked up at the administrator and nodded candidly. He flipped to the Rovelísian Archipelago in an instant and searched the maps thoroughly. Sondallo, the largest island of the archipelago. It is crossed by the Ahao Mountain Range and it hosts the league capital of the autonomous region, Aspallȏ. Situated to the southeast of the capital, Sallȏ, the smallest settlement, lies economically tied to the larger city next door. The mountain range cuts the island in two resulting in a variety of Sondallo dialects of the recently established Standard Rovelísian tongue. Other notable cities include Telgen, Fennarre, and Algao. Gakyō closes the book and held it firmly in his hands. This was a wonderful start to this meeting.
Next were local election results. Generally for pro-Midandian parties it seemed, though he would not believe a single speck of data from these issue-plagued conclusions. He could tell, with his stories years of rigorous political observation and party politics, that this election was nothing more than a rubber stamp of deception. A tactic used to pressure those who are ignorant into voting with a nonexistent majority. Once this makes it into the media, entire local communities would come under severe interpersonal pressure. Of course, nobody would be bold or brave enough to casually talk about who they voted for, and the Midandians knew this. Clever. But they couldn’t outsmart Gakyō. What the Rovelísianos needed was a source of hope. Sure, there was already an independence movement. But history had taught him that a movement powered by ideological goals may perhaps trump one that is not. Even though that was conjecture, he wouldn’t care as to what immediate effects it would have. The long-term conditions were his main focus, specifically the grand strategy to expand Sinjōism to new lands. It was a new type of commonwealth in his mind. Gakyō would deny it, but he had become a radical Sinjōist.
The meeting would go in for several more hours until 8 PM. More people would present their documents and such. Gakyō would continue to scrutinize each of the pieces. It seemed as if his strategy was coming together. In the end, he thanked them all for their time and recounted their contributions. Later that night, he began to write a book.
Midand and United europe-eurasia
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