The Party (6—Last Part)

  ANS. Major capitol.

  In the meeting room. Various parties sat around the enormous table, congregating at one of its extremes for proximity’s sake. Among them were the president, his cabinet, and the congresspeople. It wasn't just the senate president. The most influential and with titles were present, including senator Garalf, spokesperson senator Laen Worfield, and some of their aides.

  “The situation has been resolved, then? Every district has been granted enough funding, and their communities have confirmed receiving them.” Gant Comfor commented after reading some documents. He took his glasses off and looked at everyone.

  He refused to use ultramodern glasses, which are more of a ‘mascara’ around the eyes, and with bion properties for civilians, using mere glasses like these instead.

  “It’s well done, sir. Everyone was scared at first, but they were warned beforehand and any possible panic was avoided. While it was scary for them, it was managed, although there were some casualties…” A person spoke, lowering his gaze towards the end.

  “A hurricane so big mere years after Preut was only going to cause panic. We’ve handled this well. There’s no need to feel more guilt because of this,” Garalf commented, staring at the president and nodding. Gant pressed his lips a few times before putting the documents down.

  “Very well, that would be it. We’ll have a lot more work for this term, so use this as a simulation to analyze. You may leave.” The president stated, remaining in his seat before taking some documents from another portfolio under the table. Everyone remained in their seats for a bit.

  When everyone began to stand up several minutes later, Laen finished revising some things, making him a bit nervous, and faced Asla and Heyn. Heyn was waiting for him, knowing today was the day, while Asla was eating, since she hadn’t had the chance after working long nights a few times in a row. She had to indulge.

  “Guess this comes to that. Wish me luck. I’m about to send our careers high and forward,” Laen looked at them and said those words. Heyn nodded silently, with Asla darting her eyes to the side, taking a big bite of her food.

  Laen walked to the president, who lifted his eyes, finding Laen walking to him while everyone else left. The young man checked his folder, slowly walking to the president, when he stopped, rapidly taking a detour to go out the room, elsewhere.

  The president didn’t give it importance, while Laen sweated anxiously. Just before he exited the room, he could see Earl walk to his father, but he had no time to waste. A few minutes later, Laen returned, hearing what seemed Earl rising his voice and speaking quite boldly.

  It seemed like a confrontation, where Earl’s father, the president, seemed to step back and level the situation down. Just then, Laen turned around the corner, with his folder having a pair of paper sheets more than before. He saw Earl fling his arms a bit, forceful, before walking away.

  Laen walked towards the president from the opposite side of the table, everything ready this time. The president didn’t notice him this time, pondering too hard on something else with his palm supporting his forehead.

  “Mr. President?” Laen stood before the president, who seemed feeble and not here. Gant shook once before lifting his head. He frowned at the light a bit, calmly asking, “What is it?”

  “I have a few strong points to discuss regarding the matter of the previous year and the situations we should involve ourselves in to continue our progress.” Said Laen. The president didn’t react, to which Laen didn’t waste time and placed his folder on the table, opening it.

  “Lymoca’s interests have always been ours, and they were easily malleable so far,” Laen took some sheets with images, information, and scales showing recompiled data. “It started slightly changing after the first half of president Luis Heartez’s first term. It was slow, unnoticeable. Those from the east that would be ignored and treated like mortal trade enemies are now, and as we’ve seen it, deep in cahoots with the Lymocan administration.”

  “If, and I’m saying if,” Laen lowered the documents for Gant to read with his glasses back on, clearly engrossed. “There’s ever a conflict arising between our nations, we cannot let a fight break out, not even a skirmish. That’s what they are waiting for.”

  “They might not help Lymoca if they are in a war again, but if we move towards them, or anyone. Besides our reputation worked up for nothing, as superficial and paper-solid as it is right now in the world’s eyes, we will be beaten badly from every side.” Laen turned stern.

  Gant lifted his eyes, glaring at the black senator with upturned eyes, now intrigued. Laen carried on, “Our best approach has been to support Terka back then, even though we had to stop to not be seen afterwards. I don’t know if that’s the correct way, but it is definitely one of them. To avoid such things, and to further plan for the future where we may be… incapable of holding our people back. There are these things.”

  Laen grabbed a few more documents showing some places in the map pertaining to the eastern supercontinents. “It’s a slow move, but worth it, even if it isn’t employed to a full extent. We can continue to do this, and we’ll also get our things ready for when it is time.”

  “Prepare slowly now, and if needed, as you say,” Gant analyzed the documents with clear wisdom before glancing at Laen again with upturned eyes. “We will have all cards ready for this… ‘possibility’?”

  “That’s right, sir.” Laen nodded a bit, replying with conviction. Gant grinned, but his eyes showed a blockade to the words Laen wanted to hear the most. Yet, it did not seem to be because of refusal or not enough convincing. Instead, it made Laen feel the same as when Asla and Heyn faced him when he informed them of small bits that would’ve made their daily investigation shorter had he told them before.

  “This is a fine plan, Laen.” Gant’s grin shared the similar, showing that sensation of being blocked, yet not refused. He sighed and murmured under his breath, throwing his head to the opposite side of Laen and with a low-spirited hopeful tone. “It’s been put through…”

  “Did you do this alone?” Gant asked. Laen looked at the president before saying, his face unhesitant, “My team has made it possible, sir.”

  “Mn, your values are really good…” Gant nodded, seemingly satisfied. But he slightly shook his head, lowering it like before, and muttered, “But your timing…”

  “…?” Laen frowned, unaware of what this was about. He didn’t lose his momentum, however, and commenced telling the president about his plans for the future of establishing a solid and healed foundation with Lymoca. “In this term, we can start negotiating with Lymoca about space pioneering cooperation, alliances, and terms for…”

  ***

  Back at Lymoca. Presidential precinct. Before entering the party.

  Fox, the candidates, some cabinet members, and Luis Heartez, the Ly President, chatted while walking to the party. They were in a formation, with some guards surrounding them, all Green Blood with some White Blood hidden around the corridors. Up and down corners, front and rear.

  “… Yeah, right.” A candidate spoke, rather different from what other people would look like when considering he was from NSH, one of the strongest bastions of the opposition. He laughed and worded, a smile plastered on his face. “Then, we’ll marry our best-looking pals to ANS’ beauties.”

  “Hahaha…” The group laughed, except for Fox and the Bloods. Luis smirked, with nobody giving him glances, carrying the status of such a respected being.

  Someone ended their laugh first, a candidate from a smaller political party. She was from Túacan, and had the iconic redheadedness. She nudged her head up with a smile at Fox’s back and voiced, “What do you say, Fox? What would you say are your plans for changing Lymoca from head to toe? To the core.”

  “Mmm.” Everyone thought he’d ignore it, but Fox murmured a response, widening their eyes for a moment. Fox’s voice sounded, “Why not an empire?”

  “An empire!?” A candidate made an utmost ridiculous face and nearly spat out. He added, further expressing his disbelief. “Who would’ve thought of that? Geez. I would only believe those words came from someone from our coalition, or my political party. Not NF, hahaha.”

  Fox was still the president of National Front, with his payment already delivered, so he barely bothered with the political party. Luis looked at Fox from the side, laughing a bit at Fox’s teasing before shaking his head, facing the floor. Fox shrugged, strangely eliciting Luis’s interest. This was his reply to their mockery?

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  “We should arrange ourselves, ahem.” The current and new Secretary of Economy recommended after noticing they were near the party gates, already opened. They nodded, stopped, and checked each other to accommodate their outfits. Nobody dared move towards Luis, so he moved to Fox, who looked at him with bothered, uncaring eyes.

  “It’s been a small ride, but I think we are both getting off the tiger in good terms.” Luis said as Fox looked at his tie and beside his collar. Fox lifted his polycoria eyes and tugged a side of Luis’s collar a few times. “You sound so affirmative, but there are some things making my brain tingle.”

  Fox heard an almost soundless gulping noise and the beating heart of the President disarranged before quickly calming down. Fox worded, looking down before nodding to confirm Luis’s image, “Although you’ve been doing more than training stamina, President.”

  Luis said nothing and stared ahead like the world was waiting for him. It was, in fact, but only around Lymoca. Fox walked forth first, where he saw a beauty in the middle, waiting and unable to stop smiling. Fox smirked, teasing, “He’s close. Don’t despair now.”

  “I’ll get back at you later, childish brat.” Lesly smiled and narrowed her eyes, cruelly threatening Fox to the bitter end. Fox blinked with a thin, small smile, placing his hands behind his back.

  His suit was quite the eye-catcher, with those in the party, already with the talking, and some in the small dancing floors momentarily stopping to look at the gates. Soon after, Luis and the rest walked to stand behind him, before Luis took a few steps forward, and Fox stepped aside.

  “I took so long to come here, I’m sorry.” Luis’s smile reflected in every retina, now turned to look at him enter the party. The handsome, one and only President of 3 terms of Lymoca stepped in with his cabinet and the next term’s possible candidates just behind him.

  Fox took his leave, going elsewhere, heading straight towards a pair of beautiful blondes. A middle-aged man talked to them, emphasis on speaking to Nala, but giving Esmeralda respectful attention. When he saw Fox walk towards them, he smiled and nodded gentlemanly to the two.

  Fox watched the man depart, leaving them alone. He walked to their backs and hugged their backs around their lower waists. Nala wasn’t even surprised, wearing a silver cocktail dress. She looked up at him with half-open eyes, sharp and exquisite, a goddess.

  Esmeralda wore a ball gown, slightly tight round the sides and thighs, and pure black. Fox looked at both before exclaiming, showing off how good he felt, “How are you two wearing things combining with mine? Aren’t you perfect?”

  “They are even semi-empowered!” Fox lightly felt their fabric, already understanding the intricacies behind such powerful equipment. Nala nodded, narrowing her eyes just a little more when she spoke, “You won’t be able to tear them apart this time. You must feel bad.”

  “…” Esmeralda lifted her left eyebrow and grinned a bit, watching those two play. Fox kept his polycoria eyes locked onto Nala’s face, leaning it to the side before whispering, “I’m not so sure it is my loss alone here. I’ll thank Colmillo. I can only be a few minutes with you each time, so-”

  Fox still had a little more to say about the remark, but Nala widened her eyes and suddenly buried her forehead and eyes into his neck, hidden below his jaw. Fox was astounded. Public display? And so warm!? Fox was flabbergasted.

  On his other side, Esmeralda’s eyes shone, trembling as she grabbed his elbow with both hands and stuck her face to his shoulder. Her face smiled, and the beauty of the world was her now. Fox was assaulted with a surprising, 2 pronged attack, but he was too at ease and comfortable.

  A few minutes later, Fox returned to Luis’s group, assembled into the President’s protective-show-off image once again. After going to his women and Luis a couple of times more, Fox then had an opening, where Luis finally had a moment alone with Lesly, saying so many sweet things to each other’s ears, that he went to Vanessa.

  Having come from his women, they watched him go to the Supreme Justice Minister and smiled to each other. On the other hand, Fox grabbed a glass from a waitress and lifted it in a gesture towards Vanessa. She repeated the motion, smiling thinly as Fox arrived before her.

  “It’s good seeing you.” Fox started. Vanessa slowly blinked and lowered her head, scarcely nodding. “Where are Paws and Laran? You are a bit too alone.”

  “I’m used to it. Aren’t you?” Vanessa slightly shook her head with closed eyes before speaking after a moment of contemplation. Fox didn’t react, his face as always, impassive. He spoke thereafter, “We are, I think. But I don’t want to see you alone anymore.”

  With a slight squint from his eyes, Fox drank his glass up. Vanessa looked at him with her eyes widening before sipping hers a bit. Fox stood beside her after stepping forth and turning around, asking her, “How did the things arrive? Safe and sound?”

  “Yes, they’ve been placed peculiarly in one of the children rooms.” Vanessa smiled a bit, her glass at her lower lips as she answered. She added, “To make your first daughter live there, aren’t you afraid of forcing something she might not like?”

  Vanessa smiled with a touch of mirth. Fox saw it, but he felt aspects of such himself, lowering his eyes and falling pensive as he responded. “Nonsense. All daughters I will have will live there in their childhood. I won’t let a single one miss such ‘experience’.”

  “That is sweet.” Vanessa said, smilingly drinking another small sip from her glass. She realized what she said out loud, but it was too late, so she went with it. Fox slightly blew from his nostrils in a good mood. Thoughts and faces appearing in his slightly lost black pools.

  Spending some more time like this, he then returned to his women before going back to Luis, who continued moving around to meet more people. Thanking them for coming, welcoming them, and presenting his infallible image to whoever had come.

  Like this, Fox spent his time moving around the party, sometimes looking at the sides to see some knowns. Furthermore, there was the BLF news anchor, with Angelina and Eduardo. Angelina wore an obscure crimson polo dress, with Eduardo looking mighty chubby-fine in his suit.

  Some women talked to him, interested and curious. Without Angelina having to do anything, she just watched each time as he was patient before being blunt to them, answering their queries and signaling where to get drinks or food from if they wanted any so much. But when it came to Angelina, he even cleaned her chin and blew her hair, accommodating her hairstyle while she smiled like a little girl.

  They were the only ones allowed here, but even they would have only around 5 minutes worth of time to record, and only live, so they scheduled something for this. All so the enormousness from the people in the party showcased the country’s promising future. Inversions and expansion of the most needed resources and systems for Lymoca’s massive self-improvement.

  Fox saw Teon, separated from Nauer’s team, hugging Nauer’s neck and looking up into his blue eyes with her big black ones. They were in a slow dancing floor, the atmosphere around them calm and quiet, lovable.

  Fox took notes before looking into another direction while he worked. He saw the representative captains’ teams, and Lian, of course. Elena, Moy from Nauer’s team, and Paula and Manie from Lian’s team. He also saw Akina, Nol, Lyan, and Alea.

  He spoke to Akina, who moved around with Lyan, while Nol and Alea were quite together all the time. Fox didn’t want to intervene, but he couldn’t help himself, so he walked towards them.

  They were leaning against a wall with an arm, facing each other and talking below their breaths. When Fox closed in, they became alarmed and looked at him, standing up a bit too quickly. Fox grinned, “Wheel, Oragem. It looks like you two forgot your teammates. You haven’t visited your team leader as well. Something wrong?”

  “Nothing wrong, Raging Blood. It’s just two teamma-” Nol spoke, defending themselves from nothing, to which Alea slightly facepalmed. Fox ignored Nol’s words and looked down at their belts, interrupting as he lifted his chin, “It’s curious your smells belong to each other from your waists to your groins.”

  “…” - “…” The duo were flabbergasted. They looked at Fox as he did them. Nol was the one to speak again, asking, “Just… how do you know?”

  “It becomes more apparent the more you do it, and clothed. You don’t have control or… you’re trying for a baby? Mn, these are good times for this.” Fox inclined his head slightly to the right and forward, slowly turning around and adding before leaving them be. “Congratulations.”

  “!!” Nol and Alea were amply perplexed, but they calmed down quickly. They were right to do so, Fox wasn’t sure if they had a baby already, but he had… studied when women do get pregnant, and has also been slightly tipped by Paloma and ?o?o.

  Furthermore, he didn’t just investigate through information, but even ‘visited’ people in this state. There were a ton of public servants in the presidential precinct’s main building and tower who felt like populating after the Ters-Ly War. Such was the humane life.

  Fox continued working. As the party went on, and people spent a better and better time with the night remained young. It wasn’t even past 9 PM, so at least 2 more hours were left before the party and celebrations outside concluded, bringing forth the 100 days report tomorrow morning.

  Everyone in Lymoca knew of the morning press conferences, and how could they not? With so many means and such accessibility. Not everyone waited for them, or watched them, but many did. That was enough to keep every state in the known; aware.

  “There we go. It’s time,” Angelina checked the time and saw a cabinet secretary signal them by reading his clock and lifting a waving palm. She urged Eduardo, who raised his higher tech, smaller camera, and moved around the people.

  Angelina smiled, her age nearing her 40s, but still far, showing a growing maturity that would threaten every little living being with a brain for women, let alone beauty and gorgeousness.

  As they swam through the sea of people, all high-end and with smiles of their own, she chose some people to talk with, not bothering with interviews, except for a question or 2 about the party.

  “I was your fan back then. But then I grew up and now love you! Can you tell us what this party means to you?” - “It’s an honor, Mr. Rentería. I heard it was Bread Poeta company that distributed so many rations within the army, and now to Terka these days…” - “As Terka’s old regime general, do you have any little word you’d like to speak to the Lys? Lymoca has aided and will continue to aid everyone, but— what are your thoughts?”

  Fox became used to handling his schedule, moving and constant, spending the best when he was with his women, and enjoying the moments he did with Vanessa. The party was barely past 1 hour long, with a little less than 2 hours to go.

  At this moment, Fox was walking beside Luis. 2 minutes more, and he’ll get to feel his women’s breaths, waists, and bodies leaning on him for a bit longer, maybe chat with Lian or Teon, Nauer, and Nala’s team a bit before returning.

  He checked the surroundings out of boredom, but he was as calculative and efficient in his pace to detect everyone’s appearances and their movements.

  He could see BLF news anchor making their way towards them, finally hunting for the President. According to the script, Luis was to feign not notice and avoid them until the last few tens of seconds.

  And then, just as Fox grinned a bit at the idea, shaking his head and not wanting to be any part of it. He could try scheming a plan, go missing and hide in a corner with his women or at least Vanessa…

  “!” Fox’s eyes widened; their contents shrinking. He bent his back, facing the floor. His left hand forced Luis to do the same, making him crotch. The Green Bloods turned their heads to this, spending a millisecond to frown and act, but stopping and becoming apprehensive the next.

  BOOOOM- BAAAAAAAANG! CRRAAASHH- BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! Ta- rarararararararararararararara! Bang, bang, bang…! Ka-chaaaaa! Fwuuuushhh!

  The walls sporadically exploded, sending chunks into the air, the people, and decorations. Smoke and dust filled the space around the walls, followed by fire moving with a whip and flying objects, accompanied by electric blasts and rays of such flying through.

  But, worst of all, bullets from DLMs massacred people from everywhere.

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