If this was how elections usually proceeded around here, Zexion couldn't say he approved. Last-minute additions to a campaign were fine (and he'd rather expected that one of the natives would speak up) but this attempt at swaying the voters at the last minute? Wholly deplorable. Democracy was meant to be a fair system, or as fair as things ever could be when politicians were involved. But if the city intended to cling to its faulty system he wouldn't complain. He was her to vote - or rather, 'Ian' was and as always he looked the part. Simple clothes, no cloak, and an illusion of mid-length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail to cover his own unique hair style.

Simple enough, and if he ignored any attempts to change his mind, perhaps that was only to expected. The hopefuls could hardly expect everyone to give them the time of day. He would vote for no less than the person he had decided on already; namely the one option he thought would actually make a decent mayor. He hadn't had any orders not to, after all.