Post by manic on Aug 9, 2023 21:40:40 GMT
El Presidente #1
"Today is a great day in the annals of our glorious... no that's not quite right, I'm not going to be in the Republic and there's no broadcasting..." The self proclaimed President of Heuco Mundo's first and only republic (fully under his heel) mumbled to himself as he travelled through the Garganta with his small entourage of mildly intelligent Hollows that consisted of his current cabinet.
This was a likely the most important mission the self-styled dictator of a little corner of the desert had been on, and it was a vital one for the continued existence of the Hollow's Democratic Republic Of Lower Heuco Mundo. El Presidente was going in person to ratify a treaty and have the Shinigami formally recognize the Republic as both a full and independent nation and a signatory of the Armistice between Hollows and Reapers. Everything had to be perfect for this: he was a foreign ruler in unfamiliar lands, it behoved him to make a good impression for the Republic.
The Anthem had been prepared and practiced with the surviving Hollows learning the instruments and rhythm required, his Military Uniform was fully blinged out and he had orginized his arrival so that there could be a full parade with himself with the ambassador of the Hollow King: Nancy Nouveau waiting to escort him in to the Seireitei.
Everything was going smoothly as he touched down in the outskirts of Soul Society, the little monsters making quite the show for the regrettably terrified as they lined the march route, instruments in hand.
"Ahem..." Mateo politely coughed before launching in to full speech mode, puffing his chest out as his own voice drowned out the rattling that happened whenever he tried to make himself look more impressive than usual. "Spirits in the cycle!" He announced "I, Mateo Campos, El Presidente of the Hollow's Democratic Republic Of Lower Heuco Mundo bid you a grand welcome! As the humble servant of the Republic, I have come to you in a mission of peace! To ease the rising tensions so that we may all sleep soundly knowing that wisdom and rationality have prevailed over the thirst for blood and power! I understand that my presence may be a cause for alarm for many of you but-" He continued before opening his snake-like eyes and saw... nobody but his own minions.
"What the- where are the crowds? This is supposed to be a formal parade! It is not a parade without an audience, that's just a troop exercise!" He demanded, snapping his head at the empty streets
"I'm sorry El Presidente..." A cowering hollow answered "They all ran when we went to find some babies for you to kiss as you planned. A lot of them even screamed as they did."
"Of all the... never mind, just play the music." The Arrancar ordered, allowing the Marching music to start up, only for him to call for them to "Stop, stop, STOP!" He yelled "That is not the track that was decided on in the meeting of the 16th cabinet of the Democratic Republic, what is this?"
"I was in the 15th..." Another hollow whimpered.
"Bah!" El Presidente dismissed "You are lucky I cannot appropriately discipline you here. Restart the music! It seems we must use the theme of my humble office as opposed to the national anthem." He groaned before marching on towards the gates to the lair of the ancient enemy. Any false warmth that he had arrived with quickly faded through the incompetence. This Cabinet could do with a re-shuffle, and then a cutting.
"Today is a great day in the annals of our glorious... no that's not quite right, I'm not going to be in the Republic and there's no broadcasting..." The self proclaimed President of Heuco Mundo's first and only republic (fully under his heel) mumbled to himself as he travelled through the Garganta with his small entourage of mildly intelligent Hollows that consisted of his current cabinet.
This was a likely the most important mission the self-styled dictator of a little corner of the desert had been on, and it was a vital one for the continued existence of the Hollow's Democratic Republic Of Lower Heuco Mundo. El Presidente was going in person to ratify a treaty and have the Shinigami formally recognize the Republic as both a full and independent nation and a signatory of the Armistice between Hollows and Reapers. Everything had to be perfect for this: he was a foreign ruler in unfamiliar lands, it behoved him to make a good impression for the Republic.
The Anthem had been prepared and practiced with the surviving Hollows learning the instruments and rhythm required, his Military Uniform was fully blinged out and he had orginized his arrival so that there could be a full parade with himself with the ambassador of the Hollow King: Nancy Nouveau waiting to escort him in to the Seireitei.
Everything was going smoothly as he touched down in the outskirts of Soul Society, the little monsters making quite the show for the regrettably terrified as they lined the march route, instruments in hand.
"Ahem..." Mateo politely coughed before launching in to full speech mode, puffing his chest out as his own voice drowned out the rattling that happened whenever he tried to make himself look more impressive than usual. "Spirits in the cycle!" He announced "I, Mateo Campos, El Presidente of the Hollow's Democratic Republic Of Lower Heuco Mundo bid you a grand welcome! As the humble servant of the Republic, I have come to you in a mission of peace! To ease the rising tensions so that we may all sleep soundly knowing that wisdom and rationality have prevailed over the thirst for blood and power! I understand that my presence may be a cause for alarm for many of you but-" He continued before opening his snake-like eyes and saw... nobody but his own minions.
"What the- where are the crowds? This is supposed to be a formal parade! It is not a parade without an audience, that's just a troop exercise!" He demanded, snapping his head at the empty streets
"I'm sorry El Presidente..." A cowering hollow answered "They all ran when we went to find some babies for you to kiss as you planned. A lot of them even screamed as they did."
"Of all the... never mind, just play the music." The Arrancar ordered, allowing the Marching music to start up, only for him to call for them to "Stop, stop, STOP!" He yelled "That is not the track that was decided on in the meeting of the 16th cabinet of the Democratic Republic, what is this?"
"I was in the 15th..." Another hollow whimpered.
"Bah!" El Presidente dismissed "You are lucky I cannot appropriately discipline you here. Restart the music! It seems we must use the theme of my humble office as opposed to the national anthem." He groaned before marching on towards the gates to the lair of the ancient enemy. Any false warmth that he had arrived with quickly faded through the incompetence. This Cabinet could do with a re-shuffle, and then a cutting.