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Dawinian-Izalithian Dipmomacy
Topic Started: Jul 12 2014, 05:15 PM (407 Views)
Colcintra
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Ministry of The Crown
Hamunaptra, Hamunaptra


Ring. Ring. Ring.

The phone was practically ringing off the hook all day, due to her ministry releasing the Emperor’s Points for Golden Prosperity (EPGP). The Crown Minister, Angelina Nieves, just sits in her oversize office chair. Her office, done to her liking, is bright with the sunlight from outside. Her large office table, made with the logo of the Crown Ministry, sits in front of a wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling window.

Her computer, along with a multi-utility office phone, sits on the top of it, with many folders stacked the length of the table. On one wall, there is a portrait of the current Emperor, along with one of herself and of other various ministers and directors. One the other wall hangs two very large maps of Victorium and Noverra, as well as seven smaller ones to depict the regions of the world.

She continues to work on her various tasks, including preparing an off-the-cusp audit on all ministries and bureaus, as well as to further plan and optimize the implementation of the EPGP. ‘Initiative must be sought, she thinks to herself, as she keys away on her computer, cursing to herself as she remembered she had forgotten to include something in her press report. She sighs, as she turns around to look outside, taking a well needed break.

Too much to do, not enough time in the day,’ she thinks, as she takes in the centre courtyard of the ministry. The grass was green and the birds chip a song, at least she would like to think so; the windows are of military-grade and sounds don’t permeriate. She spins her chair around...and around...and around again, harshly stopping its turning by placing her hand on her desk.

As she recovers from the onset dizziness and minor nausea caused by the spinning, she lays her eyes at the wall hanging the maps of the world, to re-adjust her equilibrium. More and more south, her eyes move; Rusnya, the DeCapitos, Magourius, she makes a minor chuckle while looking at the nation, and then she jumps over the gulf to the nation of Izalith.

Guilt instantly fell upon her. She knew she had forgot about something and it had just hit her; she disremembered the letter she was to send to the Izalithian government, per the Emperor’s request. She quickly turns her chair to face her desk and computer again, navigating and beginning to compose a letter.

I hope it’s not too late, she thinks, typing away, again.

Letter to Charlotte II, Queen of Izalith
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His Most Sacred & Royal Majesty, King Tomáç Alonzo (IV) de Xuadillan

'One Crown, One Faith, One People'

~ The Holy and Most Exalted Osgradi ~


King of Yçoda and of Treztal
Head of the Royal House of Xuadillan
Defender of the Yçodan & Treztalish People | Defender of the Sacrolic Faith


Lui Cel Mai Sacru Si Regale Majestatea Sa, Regele Tomáç Alonzo (IV) de Xuadillan

'Aceeași Coroană, O Singură Credință, Un Singur Popor'

~ Cele Sfântul Și Cel Mai Înălțat Osgradi~


Regele Îșoda și Țrestăl
Șef al Casei Regale de Xuadillan
Apărător al Poporului Yseăn & Trestheză | Apărător al Credinței Șățolise

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The Fair Lady sat smiling as she listened to the translated accounts of her guests, her demeanor was suddenly quite serious when she responded however as she began leafing and scanning through several other documents, frowning and pursing her lips as she dropped one to look through another. She seemed possessed by quite a current fervor as she slid a folder across the table, much to the confusion of her attending guard who was planning to hand it over instead.
Inside was a list of Izalith's businesses, companies and potential exports. All of which were entirely nationalized, all of them were either fronts of the church or literally military operations. The Fair Lady could only give a short smile. It was obvious that while the system was meticulous she had an extremely firm iron fist on nearly everything. However the zealous hatred of corruption, greed and inadequacy rife amongst Izalithian culture seemed to aid in the dispersal of bureaucracy and general time and resource wasting usually found within such paranoid systems.

The Fair lady still hadn't planted herself back on her chair yet when her sing song voice came rather quickly. So much so that it took the interpreters a few moments to catch up. After glancing at each other through their dark visors only one of them talked. Evidently The Fair Lady's enthusiasm required paraphrasing.
"Izalith is not currently interested in importing much, if anything. However due to our recent acquisitions and revival operations concerning bulk medical supplies simply cannot be given enough value."

The guard seemed a little confused as she slowly recited what The Fair Lady had rather hastily attempted to convey. "The current living standard of the recently assimilated refugees is being raised too slowly. Medication supplies are a primary bottleneck as the sheer amount needed to meet all... all of their needs?" the body language of the guard faltered as she was visibly overwhelmed by the sheer ambition of her God. The large High General-esque looking figure faced the guard for but a moment and she was performing her role properly once more.
"The opportunity to reduce the time in which it takes to cleanse and vivify these new citizens and to reduce the burden on our overworked drug production facilities is most definitely a priority of the state. The Fairly Lady wishes for potential direct trade agreements to be made pertaining to Izalithian goods being exported into Dawinian markets, with the proceeds instead going into the account to cover the medical supplies and shipping.

Izalithian goods ranged from raw materials, efficient battery technology, rare breeds of fruit, vegetables and some animals, some rather unique survival gear and off road equipment, many forms of drugs both medical and 'free time' based, exotic ingredients and other cooking goods and many other cultural and rather niche items. Considering the low amount, exotic nature and complete and utter failure of poachers to do anything about the hunger for the rare some of the items value could be quite surprising.

The Fair Lady seemed quite satisfied as she eagerly awaited a response and finally sat back down properly, she did address the compliment that had made Angelina quite negative all of a sudden.

A shame truly...

"My children find lack of faith a very rare and fleeting inconvenience. If they ever suffer it at all. Which is in itself quite a blessing." The Fair Lady smiled at Juanna and spoke with a soothing and motherly tone.
"When it comes to having faith in a being so large and far as The Creator however one must work a little harder to close the gap than one who worships a being that is literally and physically present. I'm sure your heart is in the right place. However there is nothing wrong with pure traditions. As for our soul being grand as you say, that is not an aim, that is merely a byproduct. One mustn't lose sight of what is most important."
The Fair Lady gave a charming smile as she listened to the Dawinians in return via proxy.
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Angelina flips through some pages again, moving her hair to one side.

“It’s understandable that you wouldn’t want to have such a important reliance on another nation for materials that are crucially vital for you. Now, your interest to export Izalithian goods to us is most welcome; we pride ourselves on trying to have a variety of foods and other things from around the world, which only increases the diversity of the national pallet.”

She makes a note in the margin before continuing again.

“Like I’ve said, we’d be interested in striking a deal having a context with your national foods: fruits, vegetables, ingredients, etc.... We’d also be interested in your raw materials, well, depending on what’s available to export to us. Nevertheless, the deal that, hopefully, we can settle upon will bring prosperity to you. Oh, and if needed, the offer to have access to our pharma market still remains, albeit, Izalith has one of their own.”
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The Fair Lady appeared to be almost ignoring Angelina as she spoke and then failed to answer for what amounted to nearly ten minutes as she furiously swiped through several of her tombs and several rather mundane looking textbooks.

The large intimidating guard behind her merely nodded at the two Dawinians. Was it a request for patience?

The Fair Lady snapped her fingers towards the two guards translating for the Dawinians, who took a few steps back. The interpreter behind her remained however. On closer inspection it was evident that she could read common Izalithian as she had a school text book for learning small parts of foreign languages, she also had a Dawinian kindergarten book about letters and words.

The Fair Lady smiled as her brow furrowed in concentration. What came out of her mouth was broken Dawinian.
"Yes. I thank you. Wait, apologize."
The Fair Lady's voice was excited at first but quickly became concerned. She quickly became aware that she'd forced them to wait for a rather long time.

"Dawinian..." she flicked rapidly through one of the dictionaries while staring absent minded into another book to help her link the words in her head.
"Dawinian, eloquent. Talk sad, now we talk."

The Fair Lady's smile was warm and her cheeks were mildly flushed, embarrassed that she was butchering their tongue.

I want them to know how strongly I feel towards them and their nation. The Dawinian soul feels warm and honorable. I want to feel and embrace more of it. Surely the world is not as bad as I've been led to believe if such a people, nay, such a collective of souls exists!

The Fair Lady seemed overwhelmed with joy, she was simply radiant.
All of the Izalithians in the room appeared a little uneasy at The Fair Lady's actions. It was barely noticeable, yet The Fair Lady seemed to pick up on it however.
Her smile dimmed slightly as her brows raised in confusion.
She turned to the only figure who stood absolute and unflinching in the background, displaying no emotion at all behind his mask and visor. The large man was the Lady's Hand. A guard stationed so high and so close to The Fair Lady that their name and station were stripped away and they were literally recognized as an extension of her body. This was the same figure she had turned to for support when going forth with her revolutionary diplomacy earlier.

The Lady's Hand gave a slow but positive nod at The Fair Lady, which seemed dispel her worries. As she turned back around he did bring his gaze across the room slowly. The Izalithians present seemed to pick up their act, some even touching small medallions or muttering things to themselves.

The Fair Lady smiled as she spoke, her face was slightly sad. "I am sorry. New... confusing..." she looked at the two apologetically and quickly spoke in her normal tongue instead. One of the translators stepped forward and spoke in her stead.
"The Covenant has always been a religion from Izalith for Izalith. The Fair Lady has declared that such segregation only goes to harm and separate us from other humans and nations. Deny us all chances at peace and coexistence. Thus she recently rescinded and replaced the previous doctrines which she has deemed harmful to humanity. We may find it hard to adapt, but we will follow the all seeing and caring gaze of The Fair Lady."

The room was full of tilted heads. The Lady's Hand merely watched on as The Fair Lady gave a look of surprise and then a smile.
The guard spoke for herself. "We apologize if our demeanor was rude or condescending in anyway. We will adapt to the task at hand and focus on not being tolerant, but accepting."

I'll forge Izalith into a living nation, an entity capable of aiding in Noverra becoming a gentler world.

The Fair Lady's hands met in front of her face. The interpreters began to speak again.
"Do you have anything specific you would like to ask? I would love to indulge your curiosity. If not we can end the discussion here and be on our way. I imagine we all have a lot of information to relay and digest. It truly has been a pleasurable and memorable event!"
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