The East PacificBoard

The city evolves around them as the convoy finally passed through an intersection and into JL. Kemerdekaan, a wide yet barren street which sits besides the parliamentary complex where spectators are visibly saluting the arrival of the convoy. On the other side of the street is a palatial complex of government buildings resembling Manahirist temples, dotted around a large and decadent garden which can only be viewed once the convoy escaped the urban sprawl. By appearance, this place is an oasis of opulence and pride surrounded by an unfeeling sprawl of concrete and glass. Onlookers on the pavement cheered as the convoy passed them before stopping in front of a pagoda gate. Sasha would slip out of the vehicle and ushering Gentile to follow her. Brimob personnels rushes out of their escort vehicle and the Informbiro agents are reconnected with Gentile.

Alongside the Brimob personnels however, a neko-jinn in a fieldgray uniform walks sternly towards Gentile before saluting her in the Bastonismo salute. Her paws rough, her black and white fur ruffled, and the ghastly female voice that follows points to only one person. Monitoring Agent, Tribhuwana Fadhillah herself. “Perhaps you've missed me already, miss Gentile, I'll be one to discuss several matters, of course at the discretion of her excellency.” she says before bowing down on Sasha, a gesture which she reluctantly returned.

The three alongside their escorts would pass through the garden, where a semblance of tranquility was disrupted by their footsteps. They passed through each ministerial temples of which every temple is slightly different from the other, reflecting their functions; where the ministry of education is a blend of classical Deltan and Maneirese architecture, the ministry of state security is boxlike and geometric with very little in the name of windows.

A few hundred meter later and upon the end of the path is an oddity, a large palace situated atop a hill where a stone staircase leads towards its porch, where instead of the more common gable, its roofs more so resembles the hull of a ship replicated several times to create a sharp multipointed roof. The three led by Sasha would enter the palace.

The interior is woodbased and intricate floral designs are carved into the wood, the lighting are bright and consisted of chandeliers and electric torches. They passed through the main hall before going up a flight of stairs straight through a corridor and stopping before a door. Opening it, the door led to a wooden room filled with all the various essentials of being a ruler; stacks of books, a collection of golden banners, a fluffy red carpet, and a bunch of beanbag sofas surrounding a coffee table where three cups have already been laid out, streaming hot.

Sasha would took off her shoes by the doorway and sprinted towards her beans and taking one closest to the window. She gestured the two to join.