golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
let's come to terms- and embrace it. concur, admit, concede, and face it. i'm cute~
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kim cole-essam
AN AQUA ASSEMBLY PT. 3
POSTED ON Aug 16, 2022 19:38:33 GMT
a smile and a nod to dahlia, pushing on the document handed to him while not even opening his own, pleasantries exchanged, and a bombshell dropped onto the table, engulfing all in its neurotoxic waste.
kim was stunned for a moment, but that was to be expected from the man whose job it was no longer to keep up with things he shouldn’t know. but just as always, his face would confer no emotion besides placidity. it was a talent, really.
he does not introduce himself, there is no need, the people at the table know him one way or another, he had not been shy on being in the spotlight during his run as councilman; so he adds on to what he had been doing with his time, in a professional sense.
“since i’ve left my council position, i’ve been busy shifting my weight between interviews and community service; speaking of which FERNANDO SILPH and GABRIEL BLACK , since we’re going into the stone ages again, I need to talk to you too about resource allocation and where certain cities are lacking and what they’re lacking in. and Elinor Anderson , the two of us need to have a heart to heart when we’ve both got the time.”
he presses on after the brief intermission.
“besides the obvious two major things that we have on our plate, our biggest issues lie within rocket. and with all the interviews i’ve done, all the conferences i’ve had the displeasure of being apart of, they got me thinking. we’re being real pussies about all this.”
pausing he holds up his hands in a gesture of cushioning an impact before his words continue.
“i know, i know, we’re the league, we do things by the book, we take precautionary measures to soften the blow and not overstep our bounds; we can’t let our thirst for justice impede us doing things properly- yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah- but hear me out.”
“the longer we take to plan things, the stronger our enemies get. we are scaling at the same rate as they are, if not slower. this is the second time since rocket has been here that they’ve taken a major city from us while the only thing we could do was defend. and honestly, it kinda pisses me off that we even let it happen the first time.”
his eyes shift across the room, amber hues locking with everyone as he spoke, his own voice powerful yet calm as he expanded on his point.
“i know better than anyone the value of taking things slow and ensuring the move you make is one that you will not have regrets in making, but for fucks sake, we can’t just wait and let them roost while we sit with our thumbs up our asses rehashing the same thing for the… what, seventh time?”
“honestly, i’m tired of the inaction, people, and our focus on the meteor- the dome too- will only leave our backdoor open for rocket to take another city- if not two, from us.”
looking back to Sénon Game he bows his head slightly in remorse.
“also, my apologies sensen, i cursed a lot there and i’m like right next to primmy. if she cusses as her first word you can blame me.”
ღ councilpeeps, assemble ღ fuck that meteor, fuck that dome, lets kill some rockets ღ i'm sorry senon, primrose knows the word "fuck" now
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