The United Nations
Moscow, Russia
December 12th
1:24 PM
It was a simple room, bland and unappealing to human senses. In that sense it was perfectly suited for the politics taking place in these halls. A few doors down and a short walk away there was discussion of an existential threat, allegedly one at least, the Jovian lizards. Not that he cared much about them no the shellfish reeled in by Britannia was much more appealing a topic for a private discussion. As such Iso Varedo stepped behind the lone table in this design disaster of a room, placing a water pitcher down with two glasses ready.
First he poured some of the liquid in one, leaving the other was it was. Despite the global natural disaster some odd hundreds of years ago a Russian winter was still cold even if the notion of Russia as a nation had ceased in those days and nowadays it was just décor to place rooms like these that assaulted the senses. And so the song and dance continued both forwards and back, the unholy rhythm of daily lives in politics continued undisturbed even as lizards from space saw to threaten them as per the League's 'warning'. One leg crossed over another as he waited and waited, the lone clock on the wall making the only sound that indicated the passing of time, tick, tock.
Today had been a day of time and space, hadn't it. Both the Reclaimers and Lizards could be considered enamored with both concepts from this view, the former sought to race up where the latter threatened to descend down. Dr. Clint's declaration to heal the earth could be seen as rewinding time, to a time before they had burnt everything to ash. But it was not this planet that held their eye, why else would they so vehemently seek to abandon it like rats on a sinking ship. And the Lizards, they were a threat due to the urgency they theoretically posed. Why else would the League wait until the last possible moment to warn those on earth if not to hamper their ability to dispose of the threat efficiently.
Be they king, emperor or corporation it mattered not, at the end of the day they were fundamentally the same in how they treated those not in their nation or group. The man he had beckoned here bore no such title but he was the man that 'led' the Reclaimers prior to their introduction to royalty. Their... Chieftain as it were.
This however was not the time for snide remarks or crude observations, there was a very serious question to ask.
Moscow, Russia
December 12th
1:24 PM
It was a simple room, bland and unappealing to human senses. In that sense it was perfectly suited for the politics taking place in these halls. A few doors down and a short walk away there was discussion of an existential threat, allegedly one at least, the Jovian lizards. Not that he cared much about them no the shellfish reeled in by Britannia was much more appealing a topic for a private discussion. As such Iso Varedo stepped behind the lone table in this design disaster of a room, placing a water pitcher down with two glasses ready.
First he poured some of the liquid in one, leaving the other was it was. Despite the global natural disaster some odd hundreds of years ago a Russian winter was still cold even if the notion of Russia as a nation had ceased in those days and nowadays it was just décor to place rooms like these that assaulted the senses. And so the song and dance continued both forwards and back, the unholy rhythm of daily lives in politics continued undisturbed even as lizards from space saw to threaten them as per the League's 'warning'. One leg crossed over another as he waited and waited, the lone clock on the wall making the only sound that indicated the passing of time, tick, tock.
Today had been a day of time and space, hadn't it. Both the Reclaimers and Lizards could be considered enamored with both concepts from this view, the former sought to race up where the latter threatened to descend down. Dr. Clint's declaration to heal the earth could be seen as rewinding time, to a time before they had burnt everything to ash. But it was not this planet that held their eye, why else would they so vehemently seek to abandon it like rats on a sinking ship. And the Lizards, they were a threat due to the urgency they theoretically posed. Why else would the League wait until the last possible moment to warn those on earth if not to hamper their ability to dispose of the threat efficiently.
Be they king, emperor or corporation it mattered not, at the end of the day they were fundamentally the same in how they treated those not in their nation or group. The man he had beckoned here bore no such title but he was the man that 'led' the Reclaimers prior to their introduction to royalty. Their... Chieftain as it were.
This however was not the time for snide remarks or crude observations, there was a very serious question to ask.