The Midnight Sun

Cyronin sat in the corner of the bar, sipping away at a mug of lager as he often did. He liked to come in and watch the people of the city filter in and out of the bar regularly, however, with the coming war, he would have few opportunities to do so. Despite being the High General of the Isran forces, he had elected to stay behind in the city and oversee the co-ordination of the fight from there. As such, he figured he might as well take advantage of the last chance he would have to sit and enjoy a cold, quiet beer.

Well the Minister of...Wherever was not very helpful at all. No portal he said and yet, he did not offer her an alternative way to get home. Nor did he offer to escort her there himself, like any sane person would have.

"If this is the quality of law enforcement in this country I am glad I am leaving it."

With that, she flicked her hair over her shoulder again and turned to walk away from him and this horrible, middle class bar.

[Exit Osma]

Nodding along in agreement, Naoki responds, “The paperwork out to be along in a day or so, however long it takes for the page to find it and the messenger to deliver it. It’s fairly simple, though. Employment forms, expense and investment request forms. Technically the library will be set up as a sanctioned business of the state, so its finances will go through the Treasury Department. … So feel free to begin reaching out to potential employees as soon as you’d like.”

Glancing back and forth between Takhana and Zaor, Naoki considers for a moment if she has anything else much more to discuss.

It would seem as if she doesn’t, so she articulates as such, “I don’t believe that I have anything further to say or discuss for the moment. Do either of you have any questions, or…?”

Shortly after being informed that Ms. Moonflower had entered The Midnight Sun, Madame Naoki enters via her usual back door. For this occasion, she isn’t wearing anything in particular- or rather, of particular note. Just a sweater and long sort of skirt, same as she wore to The Citadel. She doesn’t figure that this is to be a particularly formal meeting and knows that she won’t be actively attempting to advance on Ms. Moonflower, so there’s not any pressing reason to wear anything special.

Still, she proceeds. Alli’s accompaniment is unneeded due to the heavy security and warding still in place at The Sun, and it seems as if Forni is asleep. Which is perfectly fine. As Naoki approaches the table she designated, she notes that one of the wait staff is already on standby just around the corner, and she offers him a small smile as she passes. It’s somewhat reassuring to see that The Sun is largely running itself, even in Skarlet’s absence.

Walking up to the table, Naoki looks toward Ms. Moonflower, with the intent of assessing her. The first thing that jumps out is the infant, which was to be expected, bearing in mind how she was the last time they met at Alden’s house. Beyond that, she seems outwardly well enough, and there also seems to be a box of some description on the floor. Interesting.

Raising a hand in greeting as she takes her seat at the table, Naoki opens with the simplest of greetings, “Hello, Ms. Moonflower.” Her tone is light, friendly, without any particular sort of undercurrent, but also not particularly chipper.

As Moon begins to speak, Naoki sits up very straight in her seat and angles her gaze down some as to attempt to peek over the edge of the blanket holding the baby. It seems like she’s still listening, but interested in observing the child. As Moon shifts him, Naoki shifts in response, leaning down and forward to put her face on level with his and stare right back, smiling slightly.

“Things are alright. I’ll not say fantastic, and I’ll not say horribly, but there are times as if it feels like both. There are problems, personal and professional that I cannot solve. Sometimes the most basic natures of how the world works stand in my way on matters I care very much about. …”

Here, there is a moment’s pause during which the felliniesque woman seems somewhat obviously troubled. It doesn’t seem like she’s making much effort to disguise her feelings, generally speaking.

“But..! I’m able to beat them sometimes, and there are areas in which I make great successes. Beyond that, there are, as one might imagine, a lot of stresses involved with making decisions that stand to affect thousands and in some cases the entire world, but I also find great satisfaction in improving the lives of my citizens and such. There are small things, lack of crime, clean water, security, that mean the world to some people. A lot of refugees have been arriving as of late, and I especially like to look on as they’re told that food is provided to all citizens that need it. I’m very satisfied with that policy, still think it’s economically profitable in the long run, aside from the obvious bit in which people don’t starve.”

A smug sort of smirk makes itself present at this juncture, and Naoki returns her attention to the baby in Moon’s arms and attempting to grasp at what sorts of things aside from the obvious would betray its gender.

“How about you and yours? I’ve heard that your pregnancy ended reasonably well, as evidenced, but not much more beyond that. It’s my understanding that living conditions in the human portions of Alban are...” she pauses for a moment, considering how to word her thought.

“... still not quite what they once were,” she finishes, intending to allude to how Alban is said to have been before the revolt and the following coup some twenty years past.

Skarlet enters with the @impfairy following her around. She greets Cecil and company and goes to backroom to change into her uniform, shedding off her clothing.

Skarlet finishes the last few adjustments and her sexy self is ready for work. "What are your credentials, besides being a cute little fae and a thief? Hmmm?"

She giggles. The vampire girl gets a tray and prepares to go out and make her rounds, making sure everything is running well and serving if needed.