The Diplomatic Duties of The H.D.R.L.H.M. (Nancy)

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

Not bad on his feet… Maybe he really was a politician, huh? Certainly spared her own ordeal of likely falling victim to the snort laugh when the man of the hour seemed to smoothly avoid her suggestion and flee from the building, Nancy lifted her hand to her mouth as she quietly released at least a little of giggles into her palm in as stifled a manner as she could, and then turned towards the pair of bemused workers with the intent of patching up the damage she had caused for the time being.
“Apologies gentlemen, seems we walked into the wrong building…” Bucking forward into a little bow and covering for her mistake with something which was surprisingly honest, it was entirely true that they had indeed found themselves in an incorrect locale, though she opted to omit the fact that this was largely by her own plan of course.

“Yikes, I can't leave you alone for a moment, huh~?” Heading from the armpit of the Soul King or perhaps parts even worse than that to find out what had happened when her new friend had skittered away from the building, the blonde belle hummed as she followed the scent of her friend and found him apparently getting rather friendly with half a detachment of Shinigami, or perhaps more accurately the blades they carried, and as such felt a need to intervene.
“I'll have to ask you gentlemen to lower your weapons. This man has diplomatic immunity~?” Perhaps had it been another then Miss Nouveau might have left him to his fate but in this case even a buffoon seeming to have rubbed off just a little upon her with his ridiculousness, besides that she felt a personal affront in seeing so many of those pathetic do gooders swamping one of her own due to some strange feeling of kinship toward her kind, and as such opted to put that silvery tongue of hers to good use in order to protect her jester.

“Don't believe me? Well, you can file a complaint with the Central 46, or, no. Maybe try the Soul King?” Guessing that they would both need all the Sonido they had in their system if she called upon her blade or even fired off a Cero or two, instead she relied upon the fact that experience had told her that the folk who patrolled the Seireitie were even duller in their imagination than her discomforted guest, and as such she could readily throw around threats and the like with the right name in order to intimidate them.
“I mean if you're willing to intrude upon his hospitality, it's only fair he knows about it, no~?” Certainly not carrying the sway of the monarch who ruled this realm or even the governors who tended to state but at least enough of a peculiarity that the rumour about her presence was much better known than the fact, Nancy didn't mind trading on the ignorance of the boots on the ground or the gossip about how she was some kind of concubine for some bigwig in the place to bully these bladesmen, and hopefully send them barking up another tree. After all, bro's before hoe's, right?

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El Pres #9

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For an upjumped Hollow, Mateo had a remarkably reasonable reaction to being at sword point. There was no assertion of position like he'd attempted to do to the poor clerk who was probably in desperate need of an outfit change after being berated by the two Arrancar, just slowly putting his hands up and keeping his mouth shut until spoken to. The hesitation the Shinigami were showing in just offing him there and then presented a slight possibility of a way out, he just needed to wait for it.

And there it was, the gracious Ambassador to the rescue! Pointing out that the man being threatened with bodily harm that went beyond grievous did have every right to be there "Indeed," El Presidente nodded as best he could without headbutting a blade "My presence is bound by treaties ratified before many of you took up the blade, and in this specific instance by invitation. To harm myself or the ambassador would be to invite consequences on yourself." These guys were guards, guards could be overruled. The Nobility in Soul Society would throw these dunderheads under the cart so fast they'd... well, it wouldn't end well for them!

Speaking of things not ending well... he could assume that his actual place of meeting wouldn't have called the guards on him... unless he majorly messed up. Therefore: "That was the wrong building, wasn't it?" He whispered to Nancy through gritted teeth "Of all the skills required for a diplomat it appears a sense of direction is not one of them."

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

“So you know, what was that human expression…? Ah, yes. Jog on~!” Watching as the hounds seemed to look to one another with confusion and sensing that her little ruse had been an apt one, the reinforcement of her point which came from her comrade seemed to make the group roll their eyes and lower those blades with them, and prompted the blanched belle to lift her hands and offer a flicking wave as she dismissed them with irritation at their presence.
“Don't worry, I'm sure you'd find someone jaywalking or something you can slaughter!” Certainly feeling that having another of her ilk around was proving a bad influence upon her, though Miss Nouveau had hardly been known for being on her best behaviour at any stage during her life as a liaison in a place like this one she certainly seemed to find plenty of excuse to act obnoxiously, and frankly enjoyed doing so. I mean, even if she was a guest here, too many of those in black robes spent their day looking down upon her too, didn't they?

“Yes, I think we took a wrong turn somewhere along there…?” Sympathizing more with her own ward after that little moment and as such offering a softer and more sympathetic note when he admitted his own trouble when it came to navigation, though Nancy wasn't keen on the idea of admitting that it had been more her mischief than anything else which had led to such a mistake, at the very least she did acknowledge some degree of equal responsibility for ending up in the department of sewage.
“It's their own fault really, even a lab rat would struggle with the maze they've designed here? And the buildings are so samey? At least Hueco slums have a little character, right?” Feeling it was far more appropriate for her to lay the lions portion of the blame in the winding and crisscrossing routes which ferried one about the central portion of Soul Society, once more the blonde showed a little honesty as she revealed a degree of dislike for labyrinthian air to their current setting. On the one hand it was nice to deal with a more sophisticated society of course, but on the other, frankly the place seemed to have been designed by a dullard with no mind for widespread architectural outlay, right?

“Chin up, Prezzy.” Offering out her hand however when she suspected however that the whole ordeal with the sanitary brigade and the guards which followed might have dampened the spirits of her companion, as grating as he was when he was swaggering around the place full of pomp this seemed far more amusing to her than him wallowing in defeat, and so with the lift of her finger she aimed to raise his head that little bit in a gesture of faith.
“The road to democracy is a long one…” Believing not in his ability to govern but at the very least confound some of the fools around here with his rambling statements and rampant idealism, even that seemed worth her offering at least a little of her support on a whimsy, and so she tried to lift his spirit a bit with a word and a wink before they marched onto their next destination. I mean, the day was still young, right?

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El Presidente #10

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Things had not gone the way he'd hoped at all today, from the band to the distracting detour to being threatened by a dozen shinigami... it would make a lesser man throw in the towel and call the whole affair a waste of time but El Presidente was not a lesser man! What Soul Society lacked in civic planning wouldn't be enough to stop him "Indeed, this is merely a barrier to be surpassed!" He asserted as the guards went back to whatever it was they did here, likely just playing cards. 

However he was starting to get a little suspicious as to how chipper the ambassador was about the whole affair, wasn't he following her in the first place? As labyrinthine a place as it was she should know better than him. Suspicious behaviour for sure, but one that should be withheld from the open air until his business was concluded "Ahem. We have wasted too much time, I fear our guests may confuse misfortune for malice. As you were ambassador." He said, drawing himself up straight and gesturing Nancy to lead on, hopefully to the correct location this time.

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

“It might be something in the water, or the air, or something else? I wouldn't put it past them…” Certainly finding plenty of things to blame other than herself for their navigational mishap and the trial which followed, Nancy lifted her hand to her chin and frowned as she considered the issue with a false front, and found a tried and tested new means through which to tease and with any luck further fluster her guest. I mean, he did look cute when he was overwhelmed, right?
“In fact, I have been getting a lost a lot more often than usual ever since they put this seal on me…?” For that reason tilting her head to the side as she faked greater confusion, with that the fair fox moved her hand to her bust and seemed to caress a spot upon it which was currently hidden from view, and bore a mark which seemed to supress the fullness of her powers as a cautionary measure given her alien status here, and well, tendency to eat some of the residents if left unchecked.

“I wonder if I should get it looked at by someone from our team?” In truth choosing such a locale entirely by her own design of course and mostly just to make the figure meant to imbue it blush more than anything, such a choice seemed to be a gift that kept on giving as she pushed her tie out of the way and revealed a series of buttons which she began to unbutton slowly and with a dash of suggestion, and as she did so kept a guarded gaze upon the face of the fool she felt such amusement at distracting.
“You don't know much about the sealing arts, do you?” Parting one and then the next one as she batted those long lashes at the president, Miss Nouveau pouted gently as she did so and then seemed to step a little closer as she offered him a rather generous and all the more shameless view of her cleavage, and in doing so wanted to provide herself both the chance to watch him squirm all the more and reinforce the implication of her hair colour as well.

“Ah, heavens yes, the appointment. Now… It wasn't this way, was it?” Only too aware of how the red blooded male possessed a certain fondness for blondes of free spirit and limited brainpower, Nancy couldn't help but lean both into certain archetypes and her companion as she further attempted to brush her mistake off as her being more generously endowed with looks than intellect, which was always a strong position to strike from in her experience.
“Oh right. Doi! It's the big building, up there!” Noting that there were no depths which one would enable incompetence when it was attached to something conversely lovely, the fact was that she welcomed the underestimation of others both for the opportunities it provided and the satisfaction she felt in the truth, and as such seemed to allow her intelligence quotient to diminish with every passing second as she pointed to one of the more obvious buildings in the vicinity and presented the image of an absolute imbecile in doing so. After all, aside from certain wryness in her commentary, she hadn't really offered any impression of intellectualism, right?

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El Presidente #11

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"The seal?" El Presidente repeated like a Metal Gear character as NAncy drew attention to herself. Specifically a certain aspect of herself "Well, perhaps that is a side effect of having to bear such a burden of your position." He coughed out, trying his best to keep his neck stiff and not looking straight down into the ambassador's bust.

It wasn't as if Mateo was unmoved by the blatant teasing, but one of the first lessons a leader learned was that to never put their hand in the honey pot if they didn't want to get stung. Miss Nouveau was many things but one did not get a valuable position such as this by being a complete airhead and both of them knew it, especially with how much the woman played it up when she pointed out the true destination for the Arrancar. The blonde bimbo routine was only going to work some of the time "I see... perhaps you should arrange some leave back to Fortaleza Dolorosa." He said, giving her as much side eye as possible before turning to his target, marching in with significant purpose.

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

Such resolve~! That neck must be aching… The fringe of the fox seemed to hide a pair of brows which seemed to lift as she observed her determined companion trying so very, very hard to fight against the temptation to ogle what was by no means a modest cleft revealed by her shirt, so too did Miss Nouveau seem to have her own war going on within her as she tried to keep her face as straight and innocent as possible, while internally she wanted to cackle akin to a madwoman at his attempt to stay cool in the face of such allure.
“Gosh, feels so nice to get some air… Today is turning into a warm one, isn't it~?” Left to simply and subtly bite into her lip as a result as she tried to restrain that burgeoning guffaw, the devilish damsel certainly aimed not to make the task easy as she drew that tie from her neck and pinched at her collar as well before she began to tug at and flap her neckline in an effort to stimulate airflow and attention under the pretence of stuffiness, and all the while held her eye on his reactions like some delightful pantomime.

“Teehee, perhaps, yeah?” Giggling as he suggested her coming back to Hueco Mundo and pushing her hand back through those golden locks as she did so, Nancy smiled in affirmation at his idea though in truth had no intention of going back to her own stomping grounds so soon, after all, she was just getting accustomed to her new venue wasn't she?
“These guys are so stiff, it gets me all knotted up…?” Playing into the stereotypes of the locale she now seemed to exploit, the simple truth was she enjoyed both the change of pace she was offered by the Seireitei and the opportunity for mischief which was provided by their solemn stuffiness as well, and wasn’t going to give that up before she'd enjoyed it as rigorously as she could. I mean, for all intents and purposes she wanted to push her luck to the point of getting banished, really.

“That's why I was so happy to see you~?” That being said the lass not entirely lying when she admitted a certain thrill at meeting a man like this one as well, though definitely for reasons which differed from what she might state, the flaxen fox trotted up to him as he began to move again on her tippy toes in a giddy and girly fashion, and aimed to entwine them at the elbows as they marched onward.
“I know it hasn't all gone to plan, but so far… You've made my day~?” Meanwhile continuing to confess to the enjoyment she had felt ever since her guest had arrived, Miss Nouveau opted to hide the specifics of why she found his company so amusing to keep the day rolling that little bit longer. I mean, I'm sure one who felt himself so important would hardly be thrilled to hear her treat them like a court jester, no~?

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El Presidente #12

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Okay, now things were getting more and more obvious in El Presidente's view of what Nancy Nouveau was trying to pull, and the dictator had decided that perhaps it would be better to go on the aggressive and parry the attempt rather than try to ignore it "My, Miss Ambassador. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to seduce me," Mateo said with a smug smile "Alas I do not have much time here. Perhaps a tour under... less strenuous circumstances will be in order." He suggested as they walked up to a much more impressive building than the sewer administration facility that Nancy had shown him to earlier. Now they were getting somewhere!

This time the person on desk duty wasn't to be browbeaten by the Arrancar's arrival, merely pushing up her spectacles and getting down to business "Ah, you must be..." The Shinigami at the door began, flipping through her paperwork calmly "We were expecting you a while ago." She said with barely concealed annoyance.

"Delays are inevitable, perhaps invest in local maps or proper signposting." The slimy Arrancar dismissed.

"Very well, I'll alert the Lieutenant of your arrival." The secretary said, ignoring his suggestion as she sent a soul butterfly flapping deeper through the halls.

"Lieutenant?" Mateo repeated "I was led to believe I would be meeting with someone of higher stature."

"Hey, I head that!" Came an annoyed growl from where the butterfly had flown to, a door slamming open as a man with a silver pompadour stepped through
 


"Maaaan, I was hoping you weren't showing." The Lieutenant of the 6th Division groaned. It seemed that Honda Sōsuke was the one who drew the short straw.

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Honda Sōsuke - NPC -  #792ebf

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

Not quite as daft as he looks, hm? The fair fox having to feel just a little bit impressed when her guest seemed to not only pick up on what she was selling but also address it as well with both understanding and tact, though Miss Nouveau had been flaunting and flirting only with the intention of making him squirm all the same she couldn't help but respect the succinct manner in which he seemed to shut down her attempt, and as such she opted to ease off on the matter so as not to wear the issue out more than it had.
“Well, it's not every day a gal meets a man of your station, you know? I'll admit to being a little… Starstruck?” Never one to admit her mischief of course and as such seeming to find a reason to excuse her behaviour only too easily, and doing so in a manner which would also bloat the ego of the man all the more as she did so, the blonde was well aware of how pride came before the fall as it were and as such could privately find amusement in making that drop a little bit loftier. The higher they climb, the further they fall, no?

Whoops~ At the very least taking some degree of solace in how her devilishness had seemed to delay the meeting he was expected for enough for the adjutant of the building to call attention to it, Nancy maintained a serene disposition as she watched her 'ward' go back and forth with their latest desk jockey, though internally was beaming with pride at the success she felt in her misdirection so far. However, it seemed that their day was only going to get better from here.
My, someone seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, no? The flaxen fox only seeming to have all the more reason to cackle internally as they found themselves confronted by one of the surlier examples of leadership that the Shinigami had to offer, once more the ambassador found herself having to bite into her bottom lip as she waited for this roaring representative of Soul Society to get a measure of the man she had brought with her, since she knew that she had one final responsibility to perform here before she could slip into the background and simply enjoy the entertainment which followed.

“Ah, allow me to introduce the Lieutenant of the Sixth Division of the Gotei Thirteen, Mr Honda Sosuke~!” Tidying the neckline on her dress a little while they waited for the man with the pompadour to present himself and then dipping in to offer up the formalities between the duo, Miss Nouveau had to confess that she didn't have all that much personal experience with the figurehead for the reapers today, but could guess from both his bearing and reputation that he would not make it an easy upon her new 'friend'.
“And this, this is the President of the Hollow's Democratic Republic of Lower Heuco Mundo! It's a pleasure for you both, I'm sure~?” With that provided with the perfect opportunity to once more watch the politician seem to crack beneath the pressure which was put on him by a veteran like this one, she knew that their discourse was hardly likely to prove all that productive even before they had shared more than a sentence, but hoped that at the very least it would be amusing. For her, at least…

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El Presidente #13

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A picture can say a thousand words and boy was El Presidente's face a picture when he saw just who he was going to have to be dealing with in this endevour. The Shinigami really weren't beating the accusations that they were nothing but a group of upjumped thugs with Honda Sōsuke being delegated to deal with the diplomatic delegation. But perhaps Mateo was being too judgemental, there was a possibility that despite his appearance and... initial attitude... that he might be perfectly competent and in prime position to handle the proceedings "Ah, a pleasure to meet you Lieutenant," the Arancarr introduced, recovering quickly. "Perhaps we should begin with no further delays to either of our hectic schedules." he suggested, earning a half-hearted motion to enter and sit down. Or rather kneel down. How did anyone expect to get business done on tables this low?

"Ahem," the serpentine dictator coughed as he pulled out a serious chunk of papers, sliding half of them to Sosuke as he began his spiel "As the Head Of State of the Hollow's Democratic Republic of Lower Heuco Mundo, it is my imperative to ensure that our independence is both formally recognised and does not interfere with any treaty with the Espada. As you'll see if you turn to page 34 article 60 in that copy of my proposal, what I am essentially seeking is a replication of the existing treaties that keep invasions at bay to be applied to the Republic. I suggest keeping the treaties separate to avoid needing a third signatory as that would create conflict between the Republic and Fortaleza Dolorosa which is best avoided for all involved." He rambled at full speed. Whether this was rehearsed or just bullshit plucked from the ether was a matter of debate.

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

"Aight."

The lieutenant seeming to be as bemused as anyone was with what followed even if he had seemed to have been expecting it, or perhaps hoping that it was all a bad dream which would not come to pass, despite the warmth of the introduction which was offered to him by not one but two of the hollows who had found their way into his workplace his own response seemed rather cold and curt, and perhaps inclined toward making an acknowledgement of their presence more than anything else.

“I'll leave you boys to it…!” As such Nancy quickly seeming to sense that he would not be quite the joy to toy with has her arrancar associate and merely wishing to enjoy the show which followed, she offered a polite little bow to the pair and seemed to shrink back to a safer distance, which watching what happened keenly and perhaps in some cases cruelly.

Where was he even keeping all that…? At the very least seeming to find a sense of astonishment in doing so when Mateo plucked what looked to be a couple of tree trunks from a pocket which most assuredly seemed bigger on the inside, the blonde watched as his passed it over to a recipient who looked like he would have been reluctant to take a single sheet, let alone a bible like this one.
Shame I didn't bring popcorn~? All the while Miss Nouveau having to stifle the urge to snicker once more at the comedy inherent in the situation, she could certainly see that there was a certain sweetness in how earnest her guest was in how he had made such preparations for the event and especially so given how scarce timber and by extension paper was in the place he hailed from, and yet there seemed to be a delicious disregard for both that and the issues of which he spoke with the delegate all the same.

"So… You're here for a peace treaty?
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Why…?"

In fact the party with the pompadour seeming to not even bother to open his portion of the paperwork and instead only arch his brow and lip before tossing it onto the counter next to him, he seemed to have little patience for either thumbing through the documents he was presented or the policies which both them and the representative mentioned, and instead simply seemed to straighten up that little bit more and fold his arms in front of him as he summed up the request. Hardly appearing to be convinced by it however with the words which followed, however, all he seemed to do was question the notion with no small degree of dryness in his voice, and then cast an eye toward his adjutant in a manner which questioned why this meeting was even being given the time of day…

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El Presidente #14

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There was a reason that Mateo was putting so much effort into this whole thing, other than the obvious reason of not wanting to be on the Gotei 13's hitlist for problematic Arrancar. The sheer effort it took to get the paper to do a proper treaty was an enormous expense for someone of his position: the thefts and skulduggery required considering his lack of funds had cost him 6 of his first 10 Cabinets of Hollows. A worthy sacrifice.

Or at least it would be if this pompadour bearing imbecile would actually read the damn thing! "As pointed out in section 1H-" El Presidente began to explain through gritted teeth "The precedent set via the treaty colloquially known as 'The Original Sin' has allowed the two post-mortem designations of Shinigami and Hollow to exist in their own realms without much fuss." Except for all the fuss he was bringing to them right now.

"As such, I am seeking the same protection for the H.D.R.L.H.M _{(full official title outlined in preface iiv)} as we are an independent body from The Harlequin King Dantemus Aligran and the Espada but we would also seek to have... calm relations with the Seireitei. That should be sufficient explanation, lieutenant." He finished with an exasperated sigh. This should not be the difficult part, quibbling over specifics was going to be the tricky bit not getting a foot in the door! Was this what the ambassador had to deal with every day? No wonder she was trying to make this a more friendly occassion, the Shinigami would drive anyone up a damn wall.

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What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

"I know our history, Soul Eater.
What I mean is…
Why would we bother to invade you?
Feels embarrassing to even think about gearing up and attacking the republic of nobodies?"

The man in charge of the office seeming to click his tongue in response to Mateo's explanation and the inclusion of a mention of a treaty which one could readily guess that one so hard line as this didn't agree with, his brow lifted and lip curled with dissatisfaction at what he seemed to be told by a figure he seemed to barely restrain his contempt for if the nickname was anything to go by, and then began to unload a rather merciless verbal beatdown about how much of a waste of time both this meeting was and just as much so the meaning behind that.
Yikes. Really the worst type for him, isn't he? As such even Miss Nouveau feeling a note of discomfort at what she saw before her and heard him say as well, while she might have remained in quiet amusement if they had embarked upon a personal disagreement the blonde belle now seemed to realize that in his odd little way there was something endearing about the ambition which was held by her new friend from 'Himbo', and found a knot seeming to form within her brow more and more as she watched this self-important Shinigami seem to make it his mission to belittle both the man and the dream he seemed to hold as well.

"And… I don't see you guys lasting very long if you tried to invade us here? Like stepping on some cockroaches.
Feels a waste of time to put pen to paper…"

I do feel… A little bit sorry for him? Too one sided… Seeming to feel a genuine note of pity for her fellow arrancar because of that ounce of fondness he had seemed to inspire and also a note of loyalty for their breed as well, while the moment was as much about something of whimsy there was something about the sheer disrespect and disregard which this arrogant and entitled bully showed which seemed to tug at her proverbial goat, and after balling her fist a little and narrowing her gaze even more, she couldn't help but speak up because of that. There was something about those who used threats and intimidation to lessen others that just pissed her off, right?

“Where would be the harm, then? If you have no intention of attacking, sealing the deal would be a mere formality, no?” Not that she would show it all too much because she considered herself to be cleverer than that, while it might have been satisfying to fling a fist or tear at the throat of a figure who had earned her genuine contempt it felt all the more satisfying to ensure that his rival had his way, and so this was why the woman in white seemed to step forward and speak in a far more crisp and perhaps conviction fuelled manner than she had thus far today.
“Unless… You don't want to be caught in a bind if they do become a real threat~? Maybe… They scare you more than you let on?” Knowing all too well that those who carried a weighty ego which swung from their belts would be only too vulnerable to a dose of reversed psychology, the temptress twisted the issue therein and added a little venom in her tail as well by questioning the only too apparent degree of manliness with which he seemed to comport himself, she was either going to ensure that he or someone of even greater station signed on the dotted line or get them thrown out the office in doing so. It was time for a team up, no~?

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El Presidente #15

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Cockroaches, just some bugs to be stepped on. This boor of a shinigami didn't have the capability to speak with any sort of subtlety or misdirection, what he said was most definitely how he felt. If the humiliations on the path to this meeting hadn't deflated the ego of Mateo enough then this was a puncture wound from which there would be little hope of repair. A Republic of nobodies. The whole affair was a waste of time then. El Presidente would have to leave with his tail between his legs and slink back to his shack of a palace. That was until the Ambassador stepped in to assist in his position. An angel by his side.

"Thank you Ambassador Nouveau," he said, puffing out his chest. Yes, that was the problem here. Honda Sōsuke could barely plan his next meal let alone formulate a grand strategy, he could not see the potential developments, only a new group of pests that he didn't want to protect before the nest became embedded. She was right, while the Republic might not be great yet it was only a matter of time "But I doubt a man such as this will admit to such concerns." He said out loud, there was one angle he could play however... 

Reinvigorated by Nancy's support, he quickly leaned in and kept his voice low. Despite the blonde's assistance she couldn't be allowed to hear everything he was about to say "Look, Shinigami, I can tell that treaties and peace were not what you signed up for. So how about I, not as an Arrancar but as a man with knowledge of Diplomacy and Realpolitik, lay it out how what I want leads to what you want." He growled out "These papers recognise my independence, my existence, and make me a mutual signatory for the peace between realms. Realms meaning the Republic will no longer be part of Heuco Mundo. That means that if His Majesty or the Espada tire of me and my experimental nation then you have just been granted a Cassus Belli, a reason to invalidate every treaty and do what you will. You want to stick it to them? Well here is an opportunity to do just that," He hissed in a low tone "Just sign, stamp, whatever you people do, just make it official!" The dictator demanded as he pulled back.

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

Talk about a wolf in sheeps clothing…? The brow of the blonde seeming to lift as her brother in arms seemed to offer both a polite word of thanks for her effort and a somewhat scathing putdown for the bullish figure with them, Miss Nouveau could only feel a greater sense of astonishment as that clumsy manner he had shown thus far appeared to assume something that felt that little bit more cunning and commanding before leaning in to speak with his 'foe' in a more private manner, though the fair femme couldn't garner exactly what was being mentioned without making it too obvious she was trying to listen in the change in the face of the shinigami seemed to say it all.
Looks as if he just swallowed a wasp! The lass all too able to observe how that air of annoyance and disdain seemed to peel away for what looked to be a blend of anger and with it bemusement, though the blue eyed belle struggled to know exactly what Mateo had said the proof was in the pudding as it were, and she certainly seemed to feel as if she was eating up something sweet and delicious as the overbearing idiot seemed to quiver for more than a moment and try to conjure a response as well.

"You got some nerve, Arrancar…"

Ultimately the obnoxious or perhaps just noxious lieutenant only able to growl out something that at first felt a bit of a warning to the president, while one might have easily sensed the colour of rage and resentment tainting the words he spoke, there was something for the careful observer to notice as well, respect. Begrudging, certainly, but clear all the same in how it now longer seemed he was looking down so deeply upon his foe.
Might we get a happy ending~? A dedicated people watcher like Nancy seeming to feel no shortage of intrigue as such, the baby blues of the belle narrowed as she gauged what was to follow, and sensed that they had never had a greater chance of a positive outcome than they did in this moment.

"…Fine. I can run it up the chain, see what the big wigs make of it?
Don't think this means we'll be getting all chummy though, you hear?"

The writing seeming to be on the wall almost before the man of the office spoke however, though he had seemed like a thick headed moron thus far now miss nouveau could see that even he was capable of shrewdness, or at the very least seeing some manner of advantage in what her new friend had suggested. As such feeling no small degree of relish in seeing him move over to the table where he had tossed the documents which the politician had provided and scoop them back up, though his manner remained gruff it seemed that they had made some amount of progress in their endeavour today in the begrudging shift in his attitude beneath that crotchety exterior, and with it the hope that they might all leave this room a little bit happier than when they entered…

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