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Post by Cubonia on Aug 29, 2016 19:25:06 GMT -5
Isaac stood carefully, as if he was planted in a bed of eggshells, and turned to his guard to whisper a quiet note. His gaze shifted to the Cubonian as he approached. He offered a firm handshake and responded to him. "I believe at least a little bit of radicalism is necessary for progress," to which he barely chuckles, and then, "I was a tad too, eh, fervent, however--I got off topic. All I believe in relation to this situation is that the Corvusians simply need to discuss their problems instead of force them to go away. It's, eh, sloppy. Too many loose ends crop up, don't you agree?" The Diplomat gave the man a wry smile, nodding in agreement. "It is just the Cubonian way I suppose. The Ag Wenn have a very interesting and uncommon way, but I suppose so does every nation." |
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Post by The Protecterate of Ag Wenn on Aug 29, 2016 23:07:26 GMT -5
"I fear we are, perhaps, too foreign to the other powers in the world. We have isolated ourselves for far too long. It is difficult to progress on the world stage when we have such outlandish concepts. . . however outlandish personal freedom is." He sighs, beginning to take his leave. "If you would permit me so, I must leave very soon. There is so much business to do. Piles of paperwork." He is clearly stressed. Bags are under his eyes. His skin is pale and taut. This man is tired.
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Post by Cubonia on Aug 30, 2016 17:55:39 GMT -5
The Cubonian diplomat gives the man a polite nod, "I have my own business to attend to as well." and then departed the area
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