Join the new world

It was beginning to get hard to keep track of this, that, and the next.

Raccoon-eyed and laying across a desk, I situate myself upright as the rasp of knuckles against wood introduces the current leadership of the party, and current cabinet members of the government.

Senry's comments had run like oil through my palm - loose and nauseating to consume on it's own, lacking substance. Though realistically, the point wasn't to offend. As the generals and military men batter our enemies on the field and seek the ever important rise of glory, they often lack the creativity and nuances of politicians or artists that keeps the media from becoming . . .

Stale.

Picking fights is one way to generate a buzz. Maintaining a 'fated enemy' as a narrative is another way to increase activity, give purpose. Stories written of wayward souls being sucked into another dimension is definitely worthy of attention.

Being new has it's own fifteen minutes before the ugly head of the self-eating dragon peeks through, and lines are drawn in the sand. Thus the nature of politics.

"Have we finalized the recruitment program?" there's been much discussed behind the scenes, and though it's been a quiet few weeks - it's been productive with a leadership that actually wants to salvage what can be salvaged in this post apocalyptic landscape of a world.

A single nod is given, and before the leadership begins to speak - an intern shuts the door behind them. A letter in their hand, passed discreetly through the corridors of the establishment - a change of hands until it reaches Lady Oraizan.

Shhh, it's a secret.