Shosuro Miren Posted February 3, 2012 Share Posted February 3, 2012 June 26th, 2027 The Royal Palace, Kinshasa, Congo Puck had materialized in the room set aside for such things in the diplomatic wing of the Royal Palace in Kinshasa. Although the two nova guards in the room only glanced over him, he felt the tingle of an attempt at a telepathic scan; the faint frown on the nova to his left, an attractive Congolese woman, as she failed to sense even the most innocuous of surface thoughts earned a small shrug. "I'm only thinking naughty thoughts, I promise," he winked at her. She started; none of the intel she'd been given said that Puck had telepathic abilities but no only had he resisted her scan, he'd felt it. That didn't happen very often. The other nova, another woman but this one of French descent, finished whatever kind of quantum-based scan she was doing and nodded. "He's clean." Her eyes flicked back over to him, "Well, he's not carry any weapons at least. Welcome to Kinshasa, Puck. You'll be meeting with the king in the West Garden salon. Please follow Kalen; he's waiting outside for you and will be your guide during your time in the Palace." Puck nodded and gave the two women polite bows before heading out of the room; he could hear them gossiping about him after the doors closed. Kalen, a nova youth with a striking resemblance to the telepathic nova in the greeting room, bowed deeply and then started a little once he actually caught site of his charge for the day. They looked at each other for a moment; Puck took pity on the boy and finally prompted, "The West Garden salon? We shouldn't keep the King waiting." "Uh, oui-yes, yes sir. This way please!" They set off at a steady clip through the hallways of the Palace, staff quite used to nova visitors still stopping to stare and whisper as they went. Puck could smell the delicate air of flowers and fruiting trees wafting down the hallway as they neared the West Garden salon; he could even detect the faint but unmistakable smell of cherry blossoms combined with a green earthiness. Sakura is here....she lives here. He set the thought and small buzz of annoyance aside; she wouldn't be involved in his negotiations with the Storm King, thankfully. Kalen bowed deeply at the door, oblivious to Puck's discovery or thoughts, and opened the door; the youth stayed outside with the posted guards. Puck stepped into a the semi-circle room; it budded off the palace like a soap bubble. Except for the wall that room shared with the hallway, floor and domed ceiling were clear glass; sunlight streamed down on the cream-colored room and furniture and beyond the transparent walls was a large zen garden, itself surrounded by a carefully tended flower garden that showcased the diversity and beauty of the Congolese jungle. A small bar ran along the one true wall to his left, and an antique writing desk took up the space to his right. In the center of the room was a sitting area: two couches facing each other, a loveseat on one side of them and two overstuffed chairs on the other side. A glass coffee table sat comfortably in the center and boasted a delicate china tea set. On one couch sat the Storm King, every bit as a large and impressive as Puck had been told he would be; next to him was the Morrigan, the king's feral adoptive daughter and a better bodyguard than if he'd stuffed half the Congolese army in the room with them. Not that the Storm King really needed a bodyguard, and Puck had heard through the great rumor mill of nova life that she'd been taking and interest in governance lately. They both stood when he entered and the king made his way over, shaking Puck's hand with friendly courtesy and motioning to the sitting area. "Puck, a pleasure to meet you. Please, sit. And this is my daughter, Morrigan. She'll be sitting in with us, if that's okay." Puck took a seat on the opposite couch and nodded to the pretty and predatory nova. "Einherjar, Morrigan. I have no objection to her presence, so long as my request for this to be considered a sealed conversation is still granted." The large Nordic nova waved a hand dismissively, "Of course, of course. Now, what did you want to discuss?" Puck poured them all cups of the strongly spiced tea and took one for himself. "There are two matters. The second is dependent of the first and firstly I would like to open branches of the Exatl! organization in the Congo, beginning with a headquarters here in Kinshasa." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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