What has begun.

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Characters: Any who attended the Heads of State meeting.
Progress: In Progress
Summary: After the meeting adjourns, there are private conversations to be had.
Location: Dali
Date: January 1804, before the Epitaph invasion
Warnings: N/A

After several hours over the table, the meeting was adjourned; many parties left dissatisfied, disgruntled, and in some cases, even afraid. Compared to the last meeting aboard Regent Cid's Invincible, the meeting in Dali had been a joke. There were even more present than the first time, and somehow, it was less productive. The only thing everyone seemed united on, was that Kefka, Weiss, and others of their kind needed to be stopped. At what cost is where everything fell to pieces. As the crowd dispersed, the old mage factory was left with stirred-up dust and the heavy feeling of words and feelings unspoken.

[ Party Style! Tag in, and tag each other. If there's people you need to talk to while you're still in Dali, this is the place to do it. Threads can occur anywhere in Dali, from the factory, to the Inn, the fields, etc. ]

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Setting his sunglasses down, Al-Cid turned to look at Rasler, nodding. The news about Figaro had been unsettling, he supposed, but it was more because the meeting had been derailed afterward than anything else.

"Lord Rasler, hello." Stretching one arm slightly, he sighed slightly. "Your invitation to visit and see your son, as well as your lovely wife, is still open, I hope?"

[suavesunglasses.livejournal.com]

"Pleased 'til the news of what has happened here reaches her ears, I have no doubt. I still do not feel as though I know what I have said... These meetings, the brood of vipers, they wear on me." Shaking his head, Al-Cid rubs his temples slightly. Meetings... give him spies over politicians anyday.

[suavesunglasses.livejournal.com]

"I do not favor bickering over tables when action speaks far louder than words. That said, I am still a man of peace, so it all depends on the actions. I miss my birds, the chirping and songs amidst the branches." He means his spies and those who sell information to him, of course, but either way, he means home. "I will never be Emperor, and so politics such as this... I was given training in them, yes, but they shall never be something I enjoy. Nor something I ever wanted much to do with. That said, I am Rozarria's voice here. And yourself, Son of Nabradia? Do you prefer the council, or the sword?"

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Clicking his tongue slightly, in a way that at first made him seem far older than twenty-seven, Al-Cid nodded. "Indeed. This is why I prefer to work outside of councils and committees. A roguish streak, some call it, but I find my birds and I get things done far quicker than most gatherings. It helps to stay steps ahead, or at least in step with, others, as well."

Sighing quietly, Al-Cid glanced around the room. "I wonder about the location chosen for this meeting..."

[suavesunglasses.livejournal.com]

"It seems... I do not know if there is a word for it. As though there is some symbolism behind these relics, or there are ghosts left behind that we should take note of, only... I cannot." He shakes his head. "Perhaps I am simply being overly romantic, or paranoid -- or perhaps I am simply tired. It just seems a bit odd, that is all."