Better Late Than Never [Completed]

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Character(s): Naja Salaheem
Content: The president takes some time to smell the roses, push around some leaves, and enjoy the open air. ...Yeah, right.
Location: Joutenheim gate
Time: Late night
Warnings: Language

Perhaps she had been dreaming again - that would explain the sheer oddness of this place. The first oddness being that she remembered it being daylight out; blinding light filling her office everytime one of her little pawns chose to grace her presence.

The second oddness was of course, her current location, which didn't remind her of anything she had seen in Aht Urhgan. Certainly reports had said nothing of the sort. ...That in itself bothered her, and she tightened a hand around her Morgenstern and lifted it onto her shoulder, glowering at the crowd of people moving into the gate. She turned a scowl behind her, tail twitching in annoyance.

Well, ain't this just wonderful? Peachy, honestly.

What little kitten thought this would be a good joke to play on their president?

Oh, one that was likely to be fired once Naja Salaheem found out. All she needed was a name and that person would never see the light of day again. Ha. She tapped Morgenstern lightly against herself, swaying side-to-side, taking in the area.

There was a slim chance that maybe an attack from the Lamia had broken through Al Zahbi's defences and she was under some sort of crazy spell from them; she had heard and read stranger stories, she supposed.

But no... this area seemed oddly real. And had too many humes kicking around, and a mess of other races she couldn't pin down. Another twitch, and then she stomped forward, pushing people out of her way with a swift blow from her Morgenstern, barreling to the front and by the gatekeeper. Her nose curled upward and she looked over the blonde hume. Weak and useless. Someone else's pawn already. Psh. Not like she wanted him anyway.

"You, sir. What's the purpose of this place? A stronghold? Some ill manner attempt against the empress? That doesn't bode well for you, sir. I can assure you of that! And as president of the Salaheem Sentinels I -"

"Ma'am, we are no stronghold against any empress! Perhaps against the lumens outside... but no one else! Please, if you want to remain safe-and-sound, enter our grand city of Paixao!"

Grand city? Heh. The only thing "grand" she had ever heard of was that pathetic spec known as the Grand Duchy of Jeuno. This was no Jeuno.

And this man bloody interrupted her. "You've no right to speak like that to me, dog," she snapped. His eyes widened and he dared to look bothered by her comment. She snagged the item from his hand that he presented to her. "Paixao? And where exactly is Paixao in terms of Al Zahbi?"

"Never heard of such a place, ma'am. It doesn't exist near here."

"...Excuse me? Would you like to state that a bit... clearer for me, sir?" she clucked her tongue, leaning closer.

He tried not to look perturbed. "That place doesn't exist near here. I'm terribly sorry. May I have your name?"

"Rrreally? I'm sure you are." She waved the object at him, then smiled sweetly as she slammed her Morgenstern down on the countertop before him. "My name is Naja Salaheem, Prrresident of the Salaheem Sentinels. You'd do best to remember that when I manage to strip you of your job and leave you strrranded, for thinking you could interupt me."

She smirked smoothly, and waltzed her way between the giants and into the city.