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The flash of a camera no longer disorients cold eyes, a celebrity lifestyle much more natural to him than the politics of the ambitious. Fashion Week is always a bit chaotic, but the busy atmosphere of New York City never fails to rival that of Tokyo's own. Eula remains within Japan, a woman of small stature and petite frame pressing breasts against arm as Nowe guides her along through the throngs of people to their designated seats within the venue.

Some people had but one task, and they may be good at it.

Binocular glasses are flicked open, observing the runway as men and women showcase their gaits and designer fashion. An aristocrats task is merely to enjoy the luxury of such, while caring for their people.

By any means necessary.


A day and some hours later, Nowe instructs his host on the way to interview Geno Garon, and with her enthusiasm he knows it'll be a hit. He visits his home first to ascertain things are in their proper order, before communicating his plans with Lady Oraizan. "We should send a letter to Kitarou soon, it's been awhile since he's vacationed home... no?" - the Imperial Family is important, and each member hosts a varying personality. Then again, that's what makes a family - isn't it?

Conversations with those who seek out more than what is being offered currently, conversations of those who are displeased by how things are progressing. It must be nice, parading a concept of plurality yet members are stifled due to the overbearing expectations of "this is how it is, this is the status quo", or the fear that "stepping out of line means no support."

It's very...

Corporate.

Those who have it ingrained in them to stay in their place never seek more than what they are given after an initial defeat. They weigh the pros and cons, sacrifice their discomfort, and learn to appease simply to make things "comfortable" for everyone else. Any complaints are swallowed like bitter pills, their eyes vacant while their smile lies, or convince themselves they are absolutely content.


It's easy for someone to determine how another feels when they never speak to them. Despite five times being offered to communicate any issues privately, we both understand this "issue" is good for the nation.

Of a nation over a hundred...
Having five people complain is not a majority.

Those who aren't privy of reading between the lines may fall easy to lies, however.

Such is the nature of those who speak in half-truths or deception.


Meetings occur, and the same sentence is repeated - "dead, the country is dying, dead, dead-" ... yet automatically they resist change, frighten themselves over the possibility of their own value coming into question, or confirm their own personal bias despite their own bias contributing to the issue that they claim to hate. "Stuck in a Training War".

They sound bitter about it.

Should we invade?

"No, Japan is Neutral and We are Valuable this way,"



Nowe looks over a map on the table from where he sits eyeing the various "neutral" countries, and "Pacifica" as a whole, before turning his attention to an assistant that leans in to whisper into his ear.

Seth's plane has landed for the scheduled meeting tomorrow.

"Send a message to Lady Oraizan to organize a banquet for the guests soon to arrive," another attendant approaches and whispers something in his ears.

"What?" slightly perplexed, yet steadies himself. "Release Senry and send them here." the palace becomes busy quickly, no different than retail. While Lady Oraizan attends to the everyday formalities, Nowe remains behind the scenes - finally ensuring a letter is sent to their sibling within the Netherlands. By the end of the evening, he checks over Squibeel's patterns, and maintains an eye on Metehan - noting the response of Eula met with Aespa.

Was it checkers, or chess?

Morning comes,

"Imperial Highness, Seth is here."