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- RP Date
- 46.3
- RP Location
- Reikan Park, Yamatai
Two Senti women of approximately the same age walked through the bustling conference plaza. Both appeared about eighty years old and both dressed in the warm furs and handwoven fibers of their home. The outfits were simple and practical, certainly, but ornately decorated with familial and personal achievements that would normally place them about the same rank in their society. Both were silverskinned humanoids with blue lips and blood, but there were a few differences. One was an eighty year old doctor, the other, a diplomat of a similar tenure. One was a zealot and conservative, refusing to bend Shurista's knee for Yamatai's culture, the other a progressive who believed that Shurista could use the change. Both had made strides in making sure the great Flotilla of the Eastern Lonely Expanse did not break any laws that would require Yamatai to become more involved than it had to in the ancient culture's affairs.
Dusali Kherras often argued with the Governor on matters of tradition versus progress, and today was no different. The fact that they had a job to do reduced their disagreement to cold bitterness and sarcasm, rather than open aggression between the zealot and the progressive. Granted, much of their argument was in Shuristan, and rapid fire as the musical language bounced between the pair. Finally, she had had enough. "Alright," she spoke in loud Trade. "I'm not going to apologize for approving the soul transfer of our Senator, and we're going to ask another culture new to the concept about it. See the big fluffy dude? I think he's from the... Poku no... Sekaie? Gods, I mispronounced that. We're going."
@Hollander
Dusali Kherras often argued with the Governor on matters of tradition versus progress, and today was no different. The fact that they had a job to do reduced their disagreement to cold bitterness and sarcasm, rather than open aggression between the zealot and the progressive. Granted, much of their argument was in Shuristan, and rapid fire as the musical language bounced between the pair. Finally, she had had enough. "Alright," she spoke in loud Trade. "I'm not going to apologize for approving the soul transfer of our Senator, and we're going to ask another culture new to the concept about it. See the big fluffy dude? I think he's from the... Poku no... Sekaie? Gods, I mispronounced that. We're going."
@Hollander