Topic: The SUPR Rally

Anastas Iskandorj

Date: 2007-12-10 18:08 EST
Well, everything was set up. One whole end of the Plaza was theirs, at least for the afternoon, and some scaffolding had been set up for him to stand on, something like a medal block at the olympics. Anastas had no idea how, but Vikram had even gotten some banners to put up, including two huge ones hanging on either side of him. It felt pretty inspirational.

And there was a crowd, for God's sake, a crowd! There were maybe 300 people gathered to listen to him. And they were all people he'd never seen before - most of his actual followers were up here on the scaffolding with him, standing behind him. He already had some officers - that was the best part. The people in front of him were just rubberneckers. It was the people behind him, his officers, that he was really grateful for.

He'd spent the morning miming around. He had a magical voice-amplifying necklace on, and if he said anything it would boom out. But this wasn't the only magic. Vikram, terrified of vandals and other undesirables, had contracted with the best magicians he figured money could buy. The whole place was warded up - there might be hecklers, of course, but there'd be no violence or serious disturbances. If the magicians were to be believed, then the place was impregnable, at least for an hour or so. Somebody had tested it out earlier, in the name of science - they tried to detonate a grenade, which exploded in a tiny area slightly smaller than the grenade itself and otherwise damaged nothing and nobody. One of the magicians volunteered to hold the grenade at the time. They stood by their promises.

Anastas stood a bit away from the podium, waiting to see what kind of people had shown up. If there was somebody important, after all, he'd have to mention them in his speech.

Vikram Ambani

Date: 2007-12-10 18:27 EST
Vikram, of course, had spent all night putting this together. The banners he had to order a while ago, and they arrived just in time. All the construction workers were running on pure overtime, which cost a fortune - they'd literally shoved all this up over the course of the previous night and this morning, and each one was getting enough to live on for a month.

The magic, however, was the really expensive bit. He'd had to scour the entire city for someone who was willing to put up this kind of effect, and when he finally found it, it would run for no less than 200 pounds of gold. There goes the vacation fund . . .

But it was totally worth it. This wasn't a bunch of kids idly talking around a table. This was actually happening. If it took his fortune to bring about, then it was worth it.

And it wasn't just brought about. Vikram was a participant. Yes, sometimes there was a little bit of teasing and jocularity - Vikram always referred to Anastas as 'boss' but Anastas only deigned to reply to him as 'V' - but in private Vikram knew that he and Anastas understood each other perfectly. Anastas was the one with the heart and the experience, who had spent his whole life on the ground in somebody else's perfect soceity dry-run. Vikram was the one who had studied the charts and the books and the numbers, who knew what an elasticity of demand curve looked like and who knew what exactly to say and do when it was time to talk to the banks. Vikram was the one who would make it happen. Anastas was just the one who kept him from running astray.

And as Vikram stood next to his beloved boss, for whom he would probably let himself be hit by a car, he knew that they were a team. Anastas may get the glory for whatever might come next, but he knew that it was all thanks to his buddy V.

"It's time, boss. Don't swoon them too much, yes?"

Stasia

Date: 2007-12-10 19:05 EST
Stasia appeared through a door way rather nervously. Hair pulled back in a soft braid and then dipped back into a bun she stood before Anastas and Vikram. Twitching at her fingers her golden brown eyes set on Anastas. The black pen stripe suit wrapped over her body softly and formed into a rather professional skirt. Legs covered in a set of stockings dipped into a set of elegant heels. Underneath the jacket was a white button up top and a tie around her neck.

Joining Anastas" side she nodded softly. Looking out towards the crowd she took a deep breath. A light whisper fell from her lips," Good Luck." Simple and sweet she nodded over to Vikram and looked back towards the crowd. Stasia liked make up, it hid the fact that she had been brewing all night.

Though Anastas was her boss on occasions like this she'd always see him as a dear friend. Greeting her warmly and always treating her with respect when he saw her. She would always be in debt to her dear friends, and now she was determined to make sure it happened. At Anasta's other side she shifted on her heels and swallowed back all her nerves. Going into a more relaxed state she pushed herself back to that time when she was on Earth, to that time where all eyes were on her, even then she was on the side lines, but now she was more of a part of it then she ever thought she would be.

"Ready Mr. Anastas?? She asked softly as her head slowly turned towards him.

Anastas Iskandorj

Date: 2007-12-10 19:10 EST
"If I've ever been ready for anything, I'm ready for this." He shakes hands one after another, grateful for the benediction, and heads up to the podium to begin his speech. Hesitation lasts only for the briefest moment, but then he raises up his arms and begins, like a conductor before an orchestra. His voice rings loud and clear, carried magically over even the furthest members of the crowd.

"Visiting dignitaries, fellow Party members, people of Rhy'din. Thank you for attending today. I stand before you as a common man determined as most of you are to make a better life for the world of Rhy'din. Though there are times when bias and corruption fill the air, I have seen the good of what Rhy'din can be. We as people would spend our lives to make a better society for our family and friends. One based on freedom and joy, where our children can be safe from the terrors of the world around us, so that each day their parents might watch them grow stronger and happier without fear or anxiety."

"And indeed, there is much to love about it. When I was a boy, I remember learning in school how Anastas Mikoyan, the Premier and leader of my country many years ago, remarked, "We have created in our time an accomplishment singular to all the world, a land where Russians, Armenians, Ukrainians, Tatars, those from the shores of the Baltic and those from the planes of Siberia, and all those who have come to our nation seeking freedom and justice live together, side-by-side, in brotherhood and contentment." However, if he were to see our city, to walk with us and live among us, I am certain beyond words that he would be surprised and overjoyed. For where else in all creation can we find the diversity of nations, races, creeds, and beliefs, joined together in friendship to share among each other what is the best of themselves" Where else in creation do those from far-away places come together to exchange goods and ideas" Where else has such a miracle occurred" Where could it, but here?"

This line gets some approval, but he quiets them down and continues.

"I say without further qualification that I love Rhydin. I am forever indebted to my home for raising me to manhood, but there is no place that I would rather live and work then right here, among you."

The crowd goes wild for a minute. Who doesn't love hearing this sort of thing" He basks in the applause before going on, and suddenly becomes more somber. "But let us not mince words or hide our true intent. However fair our city is, and however dear it may be to us, we cannot deny that it is ridden with defilements and cancers. There is hunger in our city " fact. Working people go without needed medical care " fact. There are not enough schools to educate our children " fact. Those schools that do exist are priced beyond the reach of ordinary people " fact. The City Watch is understaffed, underfunded, and overworked " fact."

He draws up more ominous, to lay down his next observation. The whole crowd at this point has gone dead silent.

"And in this city, right in our very midst, exists the practice of abducting people from their homes and families, stripping them of their dignity and identity, and forcing them to work against their will. There exist men and women, wealthy beyond imagining with their ill-gotten profits, who traffic in people " people who are threatened daily with violence and privation to labor in mines, in factories, on plantations, and in harems. People who grind, often 14 or more hours a day, to someone else's profit, fed only enough to keep them alive and working. People who have no expectation but to work and to suffer and to bleed until they can bleed no more. People who can only wait, in terror and in agony, until they are thrown to the wolves like a clean-picked bone."

"I don't wish to use scare tactics, ladies and gentlemen. I truly don't. But when you go home tonight, I want each of you to look at your children. How can you be sure that your son won't be pressed into service picking coffee beans until his body is destroyed and he is left to die in the fields" How can you be sure that your daughter won't be plucked into an ally and raped, not once and forgotten but day in and day out, brutally and heinously, until her captor tires of her and her corpse is dumped in the river" And if you have no children, how can you be sure that you yourself won't be a target, to work in squalor and hunger and fear for the rest of your ruined and brief life?"

He draws himself back up, clearly very emotionally spent by that last denunciation. The fire and brimstone gives way to something more corporeal.

"I don't know how you can be sure. At the present time, the law is silent on the matter of slavery. It's not a question of enforcement. It is a fact that at this time, there is no statute or decree in our laws that prohibits this practice. Provided that a person was not enslaved within our law's jurisdiction, there is no law that prevents the ownership of slaves or regulates the treatment of them. None. While there have been attempts at emancipation in the past, they only occurred rarely and none were ever comprehensive."

The crowd is becoming agitated. He could spin this into a riot.

"Some people wonder why I'm so passionate about slavery. I tell you now, good people, that I have been a victim of it. I know it's hard to believe by looking at me, but I was once a boy. When I was young, life was simple " I went to school, I got decent grades, and I worked part-time at my father's store. I figured that I would grow up, go to college, become an engineer, and make train engines. It's a simple dream, but I was a simple boy " all I wanted to do was help my country and provide for my future children."

"When I was 15, all of that was taken from me. I was dismissed from school, taken from my parents" home, and conscripted into the army. They forced me into the life of regimentation and harsh discipline. They invaded my body with surgery to make me a better soldier " better able to do what the army wanted. They put me in uniform, gave me a gun, and told me that from this day forward my only purpose in life was to kill others, and if I faltered for even a moment, there was always a man behind me to kill me instead. They took my youth, my eye, the lives of my friends, and 20 years of my life. In return, they gave me this."

He holds up a medal. It's an Order of the Red star, glimmering in the dim light.

"I know full well the horrors of slavery, because I have spent half my life under its cruel yoke. And that is why I make the following promise."

He raises high his hand.

"I, Anastas Nikolaevich Iskandorj, as Chairman of the Social Unity Party of Rhydin, do hereby pledge in front of the Gods and all of you, that if I am elected governor, my first action will be to declare an immediate, complete, and unconditional emancipation of all slaves and indentured servants, now and forever, and to draft a comprehensive set of laws protecting employees from exploitation."

That does it. The crowd goes wild, and it takes a good 20 second for them to quiet down again.

"But that's not a platform, that's a talking point. Any candidate can promise that, and many of them probably will. And any who do receive my friendship. But I have other things to say as well, that I and my party pledge to do. We have a plan " a six step plan. The first step, of course, is the emancipation, but my work cannot and will not stop there"

Uh-oh " here comes the boring part. The crowd listens but doesn't react.

"Step two is to impose a tax on currency exchanges and a general imports tariff. For too long, Rhydin has been treated as a playground, a haven for foreigners who come here to avoid the laws of their own country and live like kings at the expense of our own social prosperity. I say, if they want to benefit from us, it's time for them to pay for it. Any foreign currency converted into our own will be taxed 10% of its local value. Should they try to get around this by importing goods and selling them for our own currency, an 8% tax on the first sale of all imported goods will be levied. "

"The third will be the sale of government bonds. Let me be frank, ladies and gentlemen " the government is broke and the treasury is empty. In order to raise the much-needed funds to power my initiatives, I will authorize the bank to print and sell bonds. Any citizen who purchases them will be paid back their full value, with six-percent annual interest, when those bonds mature. This means that 100 five-year bonds purchased today will, in five years, be redeemed for 134 gold pieces. In the mean time, we'll use that money to fund much-needed public works."

"The fourth step consists of those works. Having seen first-hand the effects that a lack of education can have on a people, my government will use this money to fund literacy programs in the West End as well as the rest of the city. I conducted an informal survey a few weeks ago, and out of the 150 adults I asked, only 38 told me that they could read a newspaper without difficulty. Ladies and gentlemen, this is unacceptable. We will work with Ravensheart Academy to provide literacy to both children and adults. My goal is that by the end of the year, 75% of the adults in the West End will be able to read and write. Only through education can they acquire the skills they need to improve themselves and their communities, and only with our help can they achieve that education. By the time students graduate from this instruction, there will be trade schools set up to give them the ability to contribute to society. The days of ignorance and unemployment will be over."

This gets a good reaction and a small outbreak of applause from one corner, but he keeps going.

"The fifth step consists of improving the standard of law enforcement in our community. The Scathachians have provided invaluable assistance to the Watch, and it is my sincere hope that they will continue it under my administration. However, in order to help them in their mission, I plan to bring them on the payroll and give them aid in recruiting and training new members. This aid will not represent any attempt to assert control over the Scathachians " they will continue to function autonomously, and neither my office nor the Party will demand obedience from them save a report on how exactly they spend their grants."

"And finally, step six. With all this done, we watch, and we wait, and we see how this all comes out, and as we're doing all this the Party will plan where we will go next. And now it's time for another promise, people of Rhydin " on August 1st, I promise that I and my fellow Party members will have another plan, to continue our mission of improving the lives of the people of Rhydin, and we will bring it to referendum in front of everyone."

He begins to raise up to a crescendo.

"The first principle of the Social Unity Party is that the people cannot be marginalized and will, at all times, be in charge of their own futures as individuals and as a community. We are all bound together in our faith that is that there is no power greater than the common people working together. There is no power greater than you, and without that power there is no politics and there is no progress."

With his speech nearing its end, he extends his hand out into the audience, and looks down on them paternally. It's purposefully evocative of the statues of Lenin.

"You have heard my dream, and I thank you for it. But the time for dreams is coming fast to a close, and it is time to face tomorrow. It is time to create tomorrow. Help me, ladies and gentlemen. Help me, help the Party, and with your power we will raise our eyes to the coming dawn, and as the day banishes the night we will see, clear and pure, that tomorrow belongs to everyone!?

And right on cue, the crowd, of course, goes wild.

The Poetess

Date: 2007-12-11 01:02 EST
Maria had been swanning through the crowd during the speech, eyeing up faces of strangers, wondering what they were thinking of this speech and its many promises. If nothing else, Anka was a man of imagination. She admired it.

Striding along the podium, emerging from the throng of WE LOVE ANKA signboards, she stood near Vikram and Stasia silently, her embering cigarette casting smoke amongst the shoulders. She breathed in the air, stared at the sky. Flags flickered, collars ruffled as the wind passed.

Something stirred in Rhy'Din today. There was hope and excitement in the eyes of the masses. Maria looked on with secret eyes and a secret smile, and then looked to Anka and nodded with a smirk. Her man shone brightly.

Natolii

Date: 2007-12-11 09:53 EST
"Nothing will come of nothing." - (Act I, Scene I). King Lear

She watched the rally from the shadows, unseen by all. She could have sent someone else out with an orb, but she wished to gauge this one's popularity before tendering her recommendations to Belial. The speech was prettily done with a sideshow with a pet mage.

Pretty and clever words, but words none the less. Still, he could not be blithely ignored. Were he able to gain the office, he could prove to be a thorn in that side of the Family. That cannot be allowed to happen.

So far there is no viable candidate that has shown themselves to have stepped forward. Yes, there was rumbling from the Orc Nation. However, other than ripping down posters and letter writing campaigns, they were proving to be rather ineffectual for all their ferocity in combat....Politics was not their arena.

In reality the slaving issue was no longer her concern. She had long since retired from that field, only using her knowledge to combat upstarts that would prey on family. No, the restriction of commerce and trade would not be tolerated. They would need to act subtly.

It would be fun to watch and manipulate from the shadows...

"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." ~ Macbeth

This Dark One

Date: 2007-12-11 13:11 EST
The crowd goes wild.

But there was one who did not. She stood crossed armed amongst them all, blending in perfectly with her civillian clothing. Renna The Betrayer - one of the well-known serial killers in all of Rhy'Din stood smirking at the verbal display of power. She clapped her hands to it but hardly raised her voice over more than a long-drawn chuckle.

So this is the Shepard that is rallying the Cattle...

Renna would not move until the crowd itself dispursed at the end of the rally, to maintain her concealment.

LordTravanix

Date: 2007-12-13 12:26 EST
This...will not do.

As the crowd celebrated the speech, another who had monitored the crowd and speech stepped back, moving back towards the shadows.

As he was well aware, everyone had a weakness, and it was time to find this hopeful's weakness.

Its time to make his move.

No one will stop him - he's come to far.

This was *his* city afterall.

Last Knight

Date: 2007-12-13 13:20 EST
"Pretty words," Paladin muttered at the back of the crowd, shaking his head and turning away. "But let's see how many of those promises you fulfill, shall we?" Long experience had taught him to be wary of politicians, and a night spent battling green-eyed monsters and watching his comrades in the Guard - unwilling though his entrance to that hallowed institution might have been - get torn apart around him had left him weary, bitter, and even more cynical than normal. Not for the first time, he wished Del was here - or Jared, or Morgan, or any of the other friends he had not see for far too long. He tucked his coat closer around him and made his way back to the little loft he'd been tossing kip in.

Anastas Iskandorj

Date: 2007-12-15 17:05 EST
The rally concluded at 6:22 PM, just under an hour and a half after it started. There were more speeches, although none as good - Vikram gave one that was twice as long, very boring, and mostly about interest rates and some extremely complicated promises about monetary policy. The day was saved when someone else who only referred to himself by his title - GenSec of the Disciplinary Commission - gave a speech that was simultaneously rollicking and heart-rending about his experience in a war and how grateful he was that the people of Rhydin (he was a native) could create their future peacefully without having to fight for it.

Then there was music - Vikram had somehow secreted 20-man choir. They performed a filk of 'There's a Hill on the Volga,' which is a surprisingly sad song for an organization that tries so hard to be upbeat. They did, however, do a very good job of it.

All in all, there were about 6 more speeches and 4 more songs. Anastas came back one last time to bid goodnight to all and to thank them for coming, and the participants began to dwindle away.

There was, however, a table set up to recruit new associate members.

Talomar Longden

Date: 2007-12-15 19:36 EST
When the sun had set upon the gathered assembly of witless cattle, there appeared one impeccably dressed gentleman in a long, black woolen overcoat, black leather gloves, and a "cane" that was held comfortably in front of his body, providing a place for the gloved hands to rest. The dark eyes of an expressionless face listened and took note.

At the end of the speech he offered no applause, but stood motionless.

He had heard enough to confirm reports.

He made a mental note.

A decision.

The figure that had been standing there was suddenly absent, leaving one to wonder if he was ever really there at all, being merely the evening shadows playing tricks upon tied eyes.

A black coach pulled by four black horses disappeared down the street and around the corner.