The crowd's movement eventually carries you to a long, spindly crystalline bridge leading to the spire - despite its fragile construction, it seems to be holding the weight of a great deal of people quite admirably. On the other side, it's only a few steps before you enter the Auditorium - a vast, concave hall of seats and desks, some of standard construction, several of magical materials, each holding a plaque for its respective delegation.
Yours is, quite obviously, jade. And kinda small, but there's enough seats around it at least.
* Itsuki has to lean down because Raylin is short. "I would hope they wouldn't get drunk anyway."
* Ichera doesn't know what to think of this, so she steals a bottle from one of the thunderbirds and mutters something about cutting his feathery balls off.
<Fukofv> "I mean, what do I look like to you, some Cynis?" Fukofv sits right down into the white jade seat because they're obviously color-coded.
<Raylin> Raylin sits down in the front of the booth, folding her arms and throwing her feet up on the edge of the little table or whatever in front of them.
<Itsuki> "Ugh. Cynis." Itsuki sits down in a seat.
* Luiso whistles happily as he spots their desk, walking over, eyes all atwinkle. "Man, these are some nice desks..." He mumbles, taking the blue jade seat, 'cuz why not.
Over on the other side of the room, an orichalcum desk - two moonsilver scattered throughout the room, as well as one broody looking soulsteel down in front.
Man. Even their furniture is emo.
* Ichera sits at the red jade one and puts the bottle of unlabeled alcohol on the floor where it can't be seen.
* Fukofv makes a face at the devilgold, heathensilver, and evilmetal before turning his eyes to the center.
<Luiso> Luiso frowns at the soulsteel table and drums his fingers. "I was almost expecting there to be a table of that rainbow-metal we found once. Ah well."
<Itsuki> "I never even thought of that."
The elemental desks are filled long before the heretic desks - eventually, those too fill. One moonsilver is chaired by a wiry young man wearing a necklace of shark teeth, while the other is taken by a much larger man who can't even fit his legs beneath the desk - until he pounds it with a fist and it expands to size. The soulsteel desk is chaired by Sir Silver McSpikyhair himself from earlier, surrounded by a contingent of well-dressed ghosts.
The orichalcum desk is seated last by a triad - an extremely bored looking man with yellow-blonde hair in plain clothes, a much less bored looking bespectacled man in a simple white coat, and one comparatively extremely fancied up blue-haired woman clad in golden armor and wearing what appears to be a woven moonsilver and orichalcum diadem.
Those three, you recognize immediately from the wanted posters.
<Ichera> "There, with the necklace, that must be him."
* Itsuki immediately tenses up, despite all efforts to remain looking calm.
<Luiso> "It's the necklace, definately. And man, it's just a bounty board of anathema in here tonight." Luiso's left eye twitches.
<Raylin> Raylin does her best not to stare, looking over at them occasionally though.
<Luiso> Luiso just kinda whispers to not attention, too.
It's a few minutes before someone appears on the center stage - the blue and glass woman from earlier. She clears her throat softly, before speaking in a voice that fills the entire room and silences all murmurings. "The fourteen thousand seven hundred and fourty sixth gathering of the Western Spirit Courts is in session. Presiding in the absence of Fakharu, Speaker Cathak Jeremiel."
Man it's just a traitor-fest today.
<Fukofv> "You're telling me," Fukofv murmurs back. "Could probably bag some points on the way home. You know, after this big mess."
<Itsuki> "Please don't make a fuss if y-" twitch- "-if you can help it."
<Raylin> Raylin's eyebrow goes up at the Speaker for a moment. Come on, really? Jeez.
<Luiso> "Trying. Trying trying trying trying trying." He's drumming very quiet and very anxiously.
* Fukofv SEETHES.
* Fukofv FUCKING SEETHES.
<Ichera> "Guys. Cool it."
* Fukofv fucking seethes so hard he's visibly emitting steam and causing small tremors that can be felt in the seats next to his. Somehow, he manages not to snap.
* Ichera sneaks a drink, "This is going to be a long day..."
She bows and steps aside, hopping down from the stage as the Speaker takes the floor. "Before we get to business, I'd like to thank the Righteous Lady of Coral and the Bearer of the Cobalt Tome of Skullstone-" All eyes on Sir Silver McSpikyhair for that one, who looks visibly uncomfortable with having his name publicized -"For making the time to attend this session."
"It's a rare pleasure to have leaders personally attend."
* Fukofv grumbles to himself. Righteous my ass..
"As for this session's business, first and foremost is the matter of the northern Air and Water feud, which has.." Oh, Dragons. It's starting off boring.
What follows is about ten minutes of legalese descriptions and offences and no less than sixteen objections from the Northern Air and Water delegations, most of which involve insults.
<Raylin> Fuck. Raylin settles in for a long day. Jeez.
* Ichera passes the bottle down the line.
It goes on, and on, and on..
And on, and on..
* Fukofv doesn't stop seething a whole in the seat under him.
<Luiso> Luiso takes the bottle when it gets down to him. And he doesn't give it back.
Over four hours, they call a grand total of three votes -
Oh hey, you're an official delegation. You get to vote!
* Fukofv suddenly blinks, face twisting into confusion and surprise. Wait they're supposed to what
<Fukofv> Fuck.
<Raylin> Shit, let's be politicians. She was barely paying attention though, so she leans over to the others. "Hey, I'm thinking we vote for Water. You guys down?"
Official censure of the Northern Air Spirits for repeated trespasses against Water and unwarranted aggressions against mortal civilizations? (Aye/Nay/Abstain/-/Ask the Audience/Phone-a-Friend)
<Ichera> "...Sure."
All air delegations oppose, all water delegations support, Coral abstains, Skullstone opposes, the Silver Pact supports.
<Luiso> Ay- Wait, no, they're -air- spirits, na- but attacking mortals- oh dammit.
* Ichera stands up and teeters a little, then pusshes her glasses up her nose.
<Fukofv> "FUCK any asshole spirits fucking with mortals." Fukofv sits back in his chair, arms crossed with a fierce scowl.
<Ichera> "The Immaculate delegation votes that the air spirits can go fuck themselves."
* Ichera collapses back into her chair and hits her head on the desk.
* Luiso turns to the group. "If we vote agai" He then stares at Ichera and Fukov's fuckmind. "...Okay yeah."
<Raylin> Raylin looks slightly apologetic now. Drunk peopleeeeeeeeeee
There's a moment of silence, and a bit of seething as the Speaker rattles off how fucked the Air Spirits are.
* Fukofv clears his throat and sits back. Justice well-served.
* Ichera , like a mighty Calibration firework, burst brightly for a moment and is out.
<Raylin> Raylin looks around for anything approaching a schedule of what the fuck is coming for this stupid conference of spirits and anathema. Come on....
<Raylin> It's not all hours of air and water spirits squabbling, right?
Then there's some more talk: Apparently, Coral wants to take over command of the southern offensive against the Lintha, citing a great deal of reasons as to why they're better suited for it than the Court is. Skullstone objects, but sadly this string of objections doesn't involve insults.
NEXT VOTE: Temporarily grant authority over military action against the Lintha from the Court to Coral? (Aye/Nay/Abstain)
Air supports, water supports, Coral supports, Skullstone opposes, the Silver Pact supports.
* Fukofv murmurs over toward Raylin. "Do we even give a fuck?"
* Luiso leans in too. "I say we just go with the majority. Fuck Skullstone."
<Raylin> "I say we abstain, yeah. I mean, we could oppose but I don't think it'd be worth it."
<Luiso> "Okay, fine, abstain. This is their shit."
* Fukofv ponders as he keeps murmuring. "We might as well fuck Skullstone. We need allies if we're going to win this thing later. I guess."
<Raylin> "Make a choice, big guy."
<Luiso> "Oh what the heck, support it."
<Ichera> "ablbazzzz..."
<Fukofv> "Fuck, fuck. I'll do it." Fukofv stands up, clearing his throat. "The Immaculate Delegation says fucking do it."
* Fukofv quickly sits back down. Fuck.
Another moment of silence. This was new. All three at the Coral desk turn an eye towards your gathering for a moment, before getting back to business.
More blah blah blah blah blah man fuck politics. You're not even sure what the next vote is about when they call it because you're either drunk, asleep, or daydreaming about spears/murdering anathema.
NEXT VOTE: ??? (Aye/Nay/Abstain)
Air opposes, water opposes, Coral supports, Skullstone abstains, the Silver Pact supports.
<Raylin> Raylin snaps out of her fantasy about rolling around in a pile of spears, looking up. "Uhh."
<Luiso> Luiso blinks, head having lolled back. He then sits up stiffly. "I say we say no."
* Fukofv cocks an eyebrow at Luiso, pondering. "..Yeah, let's go with that."
<Raylin> "Sounds good." She returns to her daydream. Oh, Azar's spear...
* Fukofv clears his throat, redirecting his fury toward anathema into an official statement. "IMMACULATE DELEGATION SAYS FUCK NO."
Pause. Okay, looks like you just successfully voted against trade sanctions on Realm satrapies. Man, good thing you didn't support that.
"And so we bring to a close the scheduled business of the fourteen thousand seven hundred and fourty sixth gathering of the Western Spirit Courts. Do any of the delegations have any final business before we adjourn?"
* Fukofv murmurs back to the others. "Do we fucking drop it now, or what?"
<Fukofv> "I don't know how this shit works-"
<Raylin> "Yes!" Raylin stands.
* Fukofv rises alongside Raylin.
<Luiso> Luiso's just stares at the space in front of the stage, going through a moment of eerie acuity. Aaand then his head starts to tilt. "Oh wait, that's us." He also stands.
<Luiso> He also elbows Ichera.
"The Courts recognize the Immaculate Delegation." All eyes on you...
