In a dark alcove Tiel studied the text with almost religious fervor. Especially the underlined portion. He'd written that himself!
"Oh, how the change of one subject can change everything!" the bipedal bird cackled monogamously. Or at least, that's what he thought. His laughter came to a premature halt as footsteps on the Hall of Government's inexplicably marbled floor announced the arrival of another into the library.
Tiel swiveled in his padded chair to inspect the newcomer - a 2 meter human dressed in an absolutely unfabulous cream tunic with a slightly darker cloak draped atop. Tiel almost couldn't contain his revulsion at the utterly untrendy combo that only accentuated a gaunt visage framed only by a poorly shaven beard. It was all he could do to stop from taking a moment to retch at the poor stylistic decisions long enough to address the figure.
"Last_Jedi_Standing! My friend, you are looking..." at this Tiel paused involuntarily, repressing the words that immediately arose, "..well? Yes, the beard...suits you."
He attempted to smile as best he could in the hopes of offsetting the obvious nature of the breaks in his speech. Even if Last_Jedi_Standing had noticed, though, he didn't seem to make a point of raising issue with the absolutely unfabulous articulation when he spoke but a few moments after the haphazard intro.
"You can dispense with the pleasantries. I am here on more important business than your concerns with looking good," the Jedi stopped his stealthy pacing to glance at Tiel momentarily, "though you are...looking good."
Tiel beamed at this. At last, some appreciation of his taste for the purple velvet military uniforms he donned even now!
"But I digress. I bring the word of the PEOPLE!" His arms exploded into a perpendicular stance at the last, and for a moment Tiel worried if he had a coup his hands as the jedi's telekinetic abilities sprung to mind, but all that resulted was an undeniably fabulous boom that rattled the room and sent books scattering.
The bird man couldn't help but moan audibly at the blatant defiance of the archival organization. It was such work to find new aides willing to put them back in the proper order. "Jedi, darling, was that really necessary? If your intent was intimidation just taking off your shirt would have sufficed.."
Last_Jedi_Standing raised an indignant finger. "Those books of law aren't worth the paper they're printed on!"
Tiel rose slowly. "One - THIS. IS. NOT. PAPER." He took a menacing step toward the human with every word. "Two - THEY. MAKE. NICE. DECORA-" He stopped midsentence upon colliding with the other's chest, bringing their faces inches apart.
"-tion."
The human finished the word in a tone that suggested boredom. Tiel spun on one of his knobby talons and strode back to the alcove before offering a response.
"Precisely. Yet this, my friend, will be anything but!" He proclaimed proudly, snatching the piece of parchment off the discount, unused chess table and presenting it to the surprisingly unsurprised jedi.
"The teachings of El Presidente. Part 1: Why El Presidente is awesome." Last_Jedi_Standing read the title aloud, then glanced again at Tiel. "Who the hell is El Presidente? And why are there.."
He leafed through the document in a manner that did not indicate particular involvement. "Fifty pages on the rights and privileges bestowed to him?"
"I fear you are incorrect, Last_Jedi_Standing. There are no privileges, only rights. Everything is El Presidente's!" Tiel said cheerfully before adopting a conspiratorial tone. "Because you see, El Presidente, is moi!"
"THE HELL YOU SAY?" Jedi's voice boomed throughout the chamber. Tiel had to take a moment to compose himself before continuing.
"Well, you see, since we, or more correctly, you, got rid of Glorious Comrade Leader Shiva.."
The human muttered incoherently.
"...yes, I just figured that maybe what this great nation needs is another strong hand to guide it! And what better guide than he who built the latest Hall of Government on his own dime?"
"Tiel, this place isn't all that great. People say the commons area suck and the front doors keep randomly locking."
He shot the human a hurt look. "It's not my fault the concrete company fucked up when they made the foundation."
Jedi folded his arms. "Maybe not, but it is your fault if this UNCONSTITUTIONAL PIECE OF $W%@#$ goes into action. If I see this presented tomorrow I'm printing free copies of your diary."
Tiel's wings shot to his beak, increasing the severity of the gasp that emerged. "YOU WOULDN'T!"
"I would." And with that, the jedi left the room.
Tiel stood in silence for a few minutes, then mumbled, "I'll show that unstylish swine yet.."
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This is an RP about the forum and the ridiculous amount of politics that go on here. You play as yourself, preferably a stereotypical version of what others perceive you as on a bad day. This is about as much as acknowledging your own faults and making fun of them as achieving the victory condition.
The locations are the Hall of Government (overall 'politics', encompasses CoA matters as well), Military HQ (development section), the Perfect Press (RP section, characterized as a newspaper company), the Casino (gaming section), and the Slums (offtopik). The overall goal is to become the unquestioned dictator of the entire
Every week I will announce what the results of the popular election (ie, not influenced by anyone but me) are for who becomes President as a result of events that take place prior. I will be GMing (basically won't be playing much after my feathery ass gets the boot come next week).
Application:
Name:
Species:
History: (how you got on the Board)
Talents:
Spoiler:
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