- RP Date
- 45.7.1
- RP Location
- Reikan Park, Yamatai
Wilson J. Tybault Center
Blaze's Spot, Reikan Park
With only a few hours notice the previous evening, Nepleslia's diplomatic mission to Yamatai was told to expect one of the Star Empire's representatives on the first day of Shichigatsu at around nine o'clock in the morning. And just as the news broke that Empress Himiko and Taisho Yui had declared a third war against the Mishhuvurthyar menace, a Ke-T10 shuttle landed at the rooftop landing pad that crowned Nepleslia's embassy. The small aerospace craft was painted in mostly crimson with a silvery-white stripe down its center, and a Yamataian bellflower crest was emblazoned across its flat nose, in the distinct livery of the imperial clan.
Out from the ship first marched two Ketsurui Samurai, who attended either side of the shuttle's port side airlock once it'd opened, both wearing zesuaium katanas fixed at the waist of their uniforms that matched the shuttle's red-and-white coloring. Another three people wearing nondescript suits — lower diplomatic functionaries of some sort — followed them out and immediately scurried off to make initial contact with their Nepleslian counterparts. The Nepleslians were informed that the Yamataians had come to discuss the Mishhuvurthyar.
Last out of the shuttle came Ketsurui Aiko, whose lengthy mantle of raven black hair whipped around her in the turbulent heights of Tybault Center's lofty shuttle pad. Wearing a white Type 35 Star Army uniform, per her usual preferences, she only adorned it with the extra decoration of a single red-ribboned medal around her neck. Although Aiko knew the Sky Marshal personally because she was close friends and working colleagues with his son, William, and was in part sent for her good relationship with Nepleslian leaders and soldiers alike, she did not expect to speak with the Premier today.
Aiko stepped in a gracefully dignified way over the roof's little tarmac despite the wind (and despite the blinking neon embassy sign whose illumination glared up through the forenoon mists, as well as the bassy thrum of music that always seemed to emanate from the miniature replica of Nepleslia that was Blaze's Spot) to meet whoever had been sent to receive her.
Blaze's Spot, Reikan Park
With only a few hours notice the previous evening, Nepleslia's diplomatic mission to Yamatai was told to expect one of the Star Empire's representatives on the first day of Shichigatsu at around nine o'clock in the morning. And just as the news broke that Empress Himiko and Taisho Yui had declared a third war against the Mishhuvurthyar menace, a Ke-T10 shuttle landed at the rooftop landing pad that crowned Nepleslia's embassy. The small aerospace craft was painted in mostly crimson with a silvery-white stripe down its center, and a Yamataian bellflower crest was emblazoned across its flat nose, in the distinct livery of the imperial clan.
Out from the ship first marched two Ketsurui Samurai, who attended either side of the shuttle's port side airlock once it'd opened, both wearing zesuaium katanas fixed at the waist of their uniforms that matched the shuttle's red-and-white coloring. Another three people wearing nondescript suits — lower diplomatic functionaries of some sort — followed them out and immediately scurried off to make initial contact with their Nepleslian counterparts. The Nepleslians were informed that the Yamataians had come to discuss the Mishhuvurthyar.
Last out of the shuttle came Ketsurui Aiko, whose lengthy mantle of raven black hair whipped around her in the turbulent heights of Tybault Center's lofty shuttle pad. Wearing a white Type 35 Star Army uniform, per her usual preferences, she only adorned it with the extra decoration of a single red-ribboned medal around her neck. Although Aiko knew the Sky Marshal personally because she was close friends and working colleagues with his son, William, and was in part sent for her good relationship with Nepleslian leaders and soldiers alike, she did not expect to speak with the Premier today.
Aiko stepped in a gracefully dignified way over the roof's little tarmac despite the wind (and despite the blinking neon embassy sign whose illumination glared up through the forenoon mists, as well as the bassy thrum of music that always seemed to emanate from the miniature replica of Nepleslia that was Blaze's Spot) to meet whoever had been sent to receive her.