Faxanavia
01-08-2008, 02:17
Does it taste good? Garret Linsares chuckled and opened his palm, letting the clipping fly away into the wind. It had been cut from this morning's Vallingard Times, which had taken it from a Neo-Ixanian newspaper which had printed the same cartoon some days ago. The image of the leaders of the League of Imperial Ocean-faring Nations, in horrid caricature, sipping glasses filled with human bits was a morbid image indeed. Of course, the League deserved it. The number of blender related threats they had made... he smiled at the thought of his packages to the Hegemony leaders- the blendtec blenders had been a wonderful touch. And now, he thought, I am out on this runway awaiting the arrival of the Empress of Neo-Ixania, who was, up until a few days ago, a member of the same Hegemony. And now, the League's prowess and power had driven two nations to leave their allies and save themselves. On this blustery field, he hoped that perhaps one of these nations could become an ally again. He shivered, and turned his head to the greying sky. The roar of planes overhead deafened him, but he was waiting for one in particular, even if he didn't know what it would bring.