Topic: Anastas Iskandorj pays a visit

Anastas Iskandorj

Date: 2007-11-30 19:26 EST
At about 3:30 in the afternoon, Anastas shows up to the office. He is wearing full formal attire - double-breasted black suit, patternless red tie, and cufflinks. Outside, he had on gloves, overcoat, and fuzzy ushanka hat. Needless to say, he looks the part. He's serious about this, and it's plain to tell. This is valuable to him.

"I'm hear to speak with the Governor, please. She's expecting me." He says this to whoever is working reception after taking a deep breath.

Kitty Helston

Date: 2007-12-01 13:50 EST
The smiling redhead who sat at the reception desk looked up to the man.

"Well aren't you dolled up something special" Yes, yes. I think she mentioned something to me about an appointment today."

She flipped through an appointment book and points to a penciled in entry.

"Ah yes, here you are."

She quickly snapped the book closed again before rising from her chair and motioning for the man to follow her. Her low-heeled pumps clicked sharply on the tiled floor as she lead him to the door of Kitty's office. She knocked twice before opening the door and poking her head inside.

"Your appointment is here, Kitty."

There was a wordless noise from inside the office, but the smiling redhead finished opening the door and motioned for the man to enter.

Upon entering he would see Kitty sitting at her desk, pointing the tip of a pencil at a rather shame faced looking man in a city guard uniform. There was another guard standing just off to the side, his expression blank as he stared straight ahead at the wall.

"You are to be stripped of your uniform and rank and immediately tossed into the clink for three months. That explosion made people lose enough as it was. Your helping yourself to the things on the bodies makes me want to puke. What if it was your wife or child" How would you like it if the Lieutenant there ripped precious items from their corpses" Hmm?"

The Lieutenant blinked, but said nothing. He kept his gaze firmly on the wall as he stood at attention. The one Kitty was scolding winced and looked down at the floor without a word.

"You're disgusting. Lieutenant, take this piece of garbage from my office and put him where he belongs."

"Yes ma'am!"

The guardsman took the now stripped of rank man by the arm and practically drug him from the office. Anastas was barely given a glance as they brushed past him.

Kitty turned her attention to Anastas, claws drumming on her desktop.

"Ah....the one with lofty aspirations. Well, c'mon in. Take a seat."

She motioned him to a chair as she leaned back in her own.

"I know you probably have some long drawn out diatribe of why I should endorse you all nicely planned out. So you might as well get it over with."

Anastas Iskandorj

Date: 2007-12-01 14:56 EST
He does take the seat, a little bit awkwardly. Once he's seated and takes a deep breath, he looks her in the eye and his confidence comes back.

"You should endorse me for governor as opposed to someone else because I have a complete plan for what needs to be done and how it needs to be done, because I have no illusions about what it will require, and because I am fast gaining the support of a party of professionals." He raises a hand and begins to gesticulate.

"You see, I've already talked this over so many times that I have it down to rhetoric. It's my six-step plan - emancipation, tariff, debentures, literacy, security, and referendum."

"Step one is if I am elected, I will stand on a podium and say, 'Effective 48 hours from now, all slaves and indentured laborers are to be free, the use of coercion against employees will be made illegal, and at that time I will announce a comprehensive new set of labor laws.' He can only look into one of her eyes, having only one eye himself, and as he says this he shifts from one to the other. He quiets down for a moment, but continues speaking.

"I remember very well what you said. You said it would be absurd and that it would never work. But I saw what you did just now with the watch. If you're just a figurehead, and if you're powerless in a city full of gods and demons and sorcerers, then why bother discharging him' Why even bother having him in the first place" However impotent our efforts to do right, we must do what we can. And freeing the slaves, even if it's just going to drive the slavers underground, even if nobody will actually be freed . . . if it rescues one person, if it happens to prevent one person who would otherwise be kidnapped and forced to work or raped, it'll be worth it."

"I was a slave for 20 years. They called me a heroic soldier defending the motherland and the socialist future, but I was a slave. I was taken from my home when I was still a child, 15 years old. I was beaten and humiliated by my senior officers, sometimes just for fun. They put me under the knife and conducted surgery on me to install military equipment. And in no uncertain terms, they told me that my only purpose in life was to kill and to destroy, and if I made any mistakes or hesitated then my lieutenant would kill me first. Needless to say, madame Governor, I have been there. I have no intention of ever going back. And I want to save as many people from it as I can." He had started to rise to a crescendo around the words 'kill and destroy,' but he reigns himself back in and returns to his mask of calm. He's utterly sincere in all of this - either he's telling the truth, or he's a liar with supernatural assistance.

"That's step 1. The rest are all very fiddly. Step 2 involves a currency conversion and import tax. After all, foreigners are always coming here to dodge the law and live like kings - why not tax them for the privilege" Not only will this hopefully curb the tendency, but it will also raise a tidy sum for us."

"Not tidy enough, though. Step three is the sale of debenture bonds, which I will authorize the bank to print at a compounding 6%, payable annually for three or five years. Ideally, the high interest rate will encourage people's faith in the bank, but the real point is that it will give us some liquid money to spend."

"Now that we've got money, it's time to spend it - steps four and five. Step four is education, which I regard as being absolutely essential to the health and well-being of the city and the people. I plan to subsidize Ravensheart Academy considerably, and get them to open up slots to educate people to become teachers. This will be done free of charge to the students, of course - I'll be covering the bill with all this new money. I'll turn this into a basic education plan for the West End and other poor parts of the city, allowing them to get the three Rs and especially to literacy. If they can't read, they don't have access to the wider world and are stuck in an intellectual ghetto."

"Step 5 is to beef up the watch, both by expanding their training and recruitment budgets and by trying to work with the paramilitaries around the city. With the Scathachians, I plan to give them block grants and ask only that they itemize them. As others pop up, I'll evaluate them, particularly if I can integrate them entirely. Psychopaths that they are, they're already here and I may as well try to make something out of them."

"Step 6 is to watch and wait, and at some date - we haven't decided yet, but we're thinking July or August - hold another referendum, open to the public, about our next move. Our plans for the referendum are still up in the air, because we're seeing how well our plans work and how well the people take to them." He sits back, as though this whole speech was some kind of coital act and he is now enjoying the afterglow.

"So, in conclusion, you should endorse me because I've got a complete, well-realized plan, because I intend to carry it out, and because I already have people from different walks of life, making up the nucleus of my Social Unity Party, who are similarly committed to it." He moves his hands up his jacket as though looking for a cigarette, but then refrains.

"Also, I think I look like a proper politician."

Kitty Helston

Date: 2007-12-02 20:11 EST
She politely listened, making notations on a notepad as he spoke. Her expression never changed beyond the occasional eyebrow lift, only for it to lower back down immediately.

Once he finished speaking, she dropped the notepad onto the top of the desk. If he were to try and read it, he would find it was written in her home language of moredhel, and most likely wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of it.

"Well, first off. You dress like a stuffed shirt. Let me make something perfectly clear. I was not elected because of the way I dress. I was not elected because I seem professional. I was elected because I have been in this town a very long time, and these people know me. They trusted me to take this job and not go on some wild power trip. I was the first Governor, and at this point, changes need to be made delicately....gently. If you just up and overhaul everything, turning things on it's ear, you're going to find the entire city revolting against you, and your title stripped from you before you can blink. I am little more than a figurehead here, but I do have control over the city guard to a degree. And believe me, you should be glad you didn't see what they were like before I was elected."

She flicked her pencil onto her desk with a sigh.

"That aside, let's talk about your...steps.

Step One, making slavery illegal. Mmm....even more proof you're new to this town. Anyone who has been here very long knows exactly how pointless this is. First off, the slavers in this town far outnumber you, and they have far more deadly abilities than you and the entirety of your party. I don't say this because I underestimate your party, as you are undoubtedly thinking. I say this because I know exactly who and what you are up against.

Secondly....you know nothing of their practices. Yes, we have one or two who run willy nilly about the town grabbing girls. They are greatly looked down on by the rest of those who ply a similar trade. The vast majority of them enslave only those who come to them willingly, or prisoners of war. The willing slaves will gladly kill you or anyone your with to protect their master, since in many cases, their master is the first person to ever show them love and care for them. The prisoners of war would gladly kill you or anyone who happens to get within arms reach of them.

You're also not taking into account the slaves themselves. Many of them know of no other way of life. And they do not wish to learn another way. They live to serve and that is what they seek. Their masters feed, clothe, and lovingly care over them as they would a family member. In fact, many are taught to defend themselves and provided with their own daggers to keep on their bodies. Slavery is not always about whips and chains, dear boy. It's often about a weaker individual willingly and happily turning control of their life over to a stronger one that they trust and love without question. It may not be a form of love you understand, but that does not mean it doesn't exist or that it deserves to be snubbed by the likes of you."

She glanced to her notepad, taking up her pencil and making a notation near a few of the runic markings.

"Step two...the currency conversion. The present currency has no issues, and to request the entire town to suddenly hand over their gold and silver for whatever it is you wish to hand them will go over like a lead balloon and undoubtedly fail. And taxing....you can try to tax the imports all you like, but all that will do is increase the piracy and black market. The more you attempt to tighten your grasp on it, the more will slip through your fingers."

She glanced at the notepad.

"I'm not even going to start on the ridiculousness of step three. Nobody will buy your bonds. End of story.

As for step four...you really have not investigated my time in office, have you? I personally signed the paperwork for Ravensheart to expand from a magical school to a full academy. And, if you bothered to speak with Headmaster Briarius at all, you would know that it already has classes open to all ages and types of people for almost any type of planned career, including teaching. My own niece goes there, as well as a full grown dragon I know named Icer. I plan to send my own children there, who have no magical abilities to speak of. And, if you're going to back schools, I would suggest including the Arcanum Academy as well. I'm sure Headmaster Artemus would appreciate it."

Her expression of annoyance was plain on her face throughout that bit, but it smoothed back into a more even calm look.

"Step five is not something I haven't been working on all along. However, it's not as easy as you would think. Trying to weed out the zealots from those who honestly wish to help the city is not a cakewalk. As for making use of the psychopaths....I'm sure the city would love to know when a group of mass murdering dipwads wreak havoc on the city while under your banner, that you were "just trying to make use of them."

She flipped the pencil aside again with a sigh.

"So far, the step six is the only one that seemed to make any sense. But truth be told, sir, I will not be endorsing *any* candidate until I have had the chance to evaluate and discuss things with all of them.

Don't think of this as having wasted your time. You were simply the first to get this out of the way. But, do no think you will be the only one to ask such things of me. You will find out my decision when everyone else does."

She stood and motioned him to the door.

"Until then, sir, I wish you a good day."

Anastas Iskandorj

Date: 2007-12-02 20:21 EST
He's clearly flustered and disappointed.

"I wasn't going to take the local money. My plan is that when someone else comes in with a pocketful of yap-stones or whatever, we tax the conversion into our own currency."

He wipes his brow, and his features become hardened.

"Prisoners of war . . . But in any case, you've made your point. It's a shame we couldn't come to a better agreement."

He starts to walk out. "You are, of course, invited to our rallies. I believe there's one in a few weeks."

Without further ado, he departs.