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Brethren wrote:

Copper wakes up a little before the alarm clock and sighs, stretching extravagantly. He looks at his sister for a moment and decides to give her those few extra minutes of sleep; neither one of them had slept well through the night. They'd adjusted pretty well to the sounds of Santa Defensa by now (motors, so many motors, that unsettling nothing every hour where a church bell should chime) . . . but this had been far noisier than usual. Lots of shouting and running around. To the little dragon, it had also been psychically noisy: hope, anger, clandestine excitement, fear, a sense of righteousness, on and on. He'd assumed some malcontent youth were running around painting anti-neko slogans on things again, and some other youth were sneaking along after them to clean it up . . . again. But that nonsense hardly ever goes on past daybreak.

Reflecting that he needs a cup of dragongrass before dealing with this sh#t, Copper pads out of the sleeping room and down the hall.

"Copper?" Douglas' voice is fast, nearly silent and full of urgency. "What do you sense outside?"

Too much. Give me a minute . . . Copper closes his eyes and tries to build up a picture of the outside of the embassy. People. About . . . twenty to thirty people, I think. And they're . . . hmm. They're . . . protesting? Something? By intimidating us? It's rather confusing.

Douglas sighs loudly, looking like he'd rather bark until the 'intruders' ran away. "Great. Just great. I'll make a huge pot of soup and some savoury biscuits. Wake up Silvina, would you? I haven't figured out how to run this fancy coffee maker yet."

To the outside world, it looks like no one in the embassy has noticed there's anything unusual going on. It does, however, soon start to smell delicious.

I was scared that you were going to call out stuff in my post lol.

While the Brethren embassy is cooking breakfast as they are being bothered by the outside mess, one protester outside waves an anarchist flag while some of his friends clash with the city's police. Rioters are tearing down some parts of the streets and using wrecked bricks to throw at police aligned cars nearby, even spraying anti-government slogans in the floors and walls nearby the embassy.

Soon, units of riot control arrive, with batons, tear gas guns and riot shields with the word Policía marked. They are about 10 to 15, and then, one of them speak out to rioters with a speaker, with the following Sanctish translation:

Attention, protesters. In the name of the law: Riots, vandalism and destruction of property is not tolerated here nor anywhere in the state. If you wish to continue protesting, cease from committing illegal actions and at least do it peacefully, if you continue those actions, we won't have a choice but to do this the hard way.

After the speech, a water cannon truck is close to arrive in case the riot control police units don't work. Back in the protest, the speech didn't work, protesters have begun chanting words like "smash the state" and others alike.

In the embassy of Brethren, a text from the girl Varela, who likes to come around daily or weekly, arrives, saying that she can't go today due to public unrest.

OOC: I don't know what else to put. ,_,