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02 August 2018 @ 08:05 am
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  "So, a Closey Upcomer thinks he can represent the Empire. Represent the Directorate!"

"Funny how that worked out." Ebsa glanced over at the speaker . . . froze for a moment . . . then nodded politely. "Director Agni."

"Ex director. But I suspect you're glad of that."

Ebsa nodded. "Absolutely."

A nasty sharp smile from the big man. "Because you'd never have been allowed on a team if I'd been in charge."

Ebsa flipped the last steak off the grill and onto the cutting board. And turned to lean into Agni's space. "Do you know, I asked Rael once why she didn't kill you when she had cover of a priest's orders."

Agni leaned and made it clear that he was doing the invading of personal space. "Oh, really? And what excuse for disobeying an order did she give you?
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"She said that when the assassination attempt erupted, you jumped straight in to protect the president. You didn't calculate the political advantages, or check what the other War Party people were doing. You did the right thing." Ebsa stepped back and leaned on his work table. "What happened? Did the War Party survivors blame you? Hate you? Make you toe their line to get any party support for your presidential run?"

Agni growled through clenched teeth.

"Are you angry at us . . . or at your own party's vicious hunger for power . . . no matter how they get it. Are you angry that they're forcing you to push a war against Comet Fall . . . that no one else has wanted for a decade? Angry that they don't have a better plan for the future, that there's no actual statesmanship, just a lust for power? Or angry at yourself because you are dancing to their tune? What happened to doing the right thing for the Empire?" Ebsa shoved off the table and fill a little plate with beef chunks.

Glanced back at the man. "I hadn't thought anyone could force you to do anything you didn't want to do. Was I wrong?"

He poured the wine reduction sauce and stabbed in a few toothpicks. "Bon Appetite!"

Agni glared at him for a long moment. Then took the plate and walked away.

Ebsa released a slow breath. Lost a bet with myself, there. He didn't throw it in my face.

He turned back to the cutting board and started filling plates. His assistants reappeared from wherever they'd wisely hidden as the vacuum that had formed around Agni filled in with hungry fair goers.
 
 
 
 
matapampamuphoff on August 2nd, 2018 01:07 pm (UTC)
I'm just writing short scenes as they occur to me, who knows what order they'll be in, in the final version?
(Anonymous) on August 2nd, 2018 02:20 pm (UTC)

Oh... there are just so *many* potential implications of this conversation, especially if some nosy was recording it.
(Anonymous) on August 2nd, 2018 05:04 pm (UTC)
Agni's response
Pity you can't have Agni join the modernists after this. It would both stick a finger in the eye of the War Party that Ebsa has just pointed out is not worthy of him and would be the single most upsetting thing that he could do to Orde and Urfa (he is Agni after all).
matapampamuphoff on August 2nd, 2018 07:32 pm (UTC)
Re: Agni's response
Yeah. Is he going to kick ass in the War Party, or out of it? Form his own party or take over an existing minor party? Or just walk away from politics altogether?
(Anonymous) on August 2nd, 2018 08:15 pm (UTC)
Re: Agni's response
Perhaps a combination. Form the A-hole party. It would be similar in some ways to the Rino party in Canada. Membership only open to confirmed a-holes. Runs the most outrageous campaign it can think of each election with NO intention of winning. Generally have fun with politics.