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Post by Bem T'Chui on Jan 29, 2013 2:06:38 GMT 1
Proceeding from the throne room Bem felt every bit the prince and future king that he was to be. He could feel the lean muscles bunching and relaxing... flexing with each step. He floated into an effortless glide that he had been told looked every bit the hallowed beast he was named for. His thoughts drifted from this towards the sound of engines dying down from an extensive flight. He smiled a toothy grin to himself quickly, even deep within the halls of the royal palace he could discern from which location or wing of the castle the sound was, but what was better was his ability to tell who it was that was approaching...
It had been years since someone had come to Wakanda to do trade... let alone ASK to have access to the most sacred metal of the nation of Wakanda, vibranium. This precious metal had been horded by his father's enemies and many others. Vincent's father and his father had both had an agreement at one point, and today he hoped to strike some sort of deal with the heiress of Wayne Industries.
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Post by Madeline Wayne on Apr 9, 2013 21:00:04 GMT 1
"Madeline..."
Looking to her right hand and one of three people that Madeline was actually willing to take a lecture from, the Wayne Enterprises heiress gave a brief nod and unbuckled her lap belt. Though she probably could have spent the several hours on something more useful, Maddie couldn't deny that she had very much needed the sleep that she gotten. It wasn't enough to make up for all of the nights spent up or even enough to give her body time to recuperate, but it was enough for the time she'd have to spend in the nation of Wakanda. If time permitted and everything managed to go well, Maddie was looking forward to a round two of sleep on the plane ride back. Otherwise, there was a chance she'd have another sleepless night in whatever hotel was closest to the palace. But, with the preparation that Janice had done for what seemed like weeks now, there was no way that this prince figure or any of his advisors would require time to mull of the decision. It would simply be a done deal.
"Miss Wayne. I decided to bring along another set of clothing since I figured those wouldn't hold up."
The heiress pushed herself from her seat and looked down at her attire. Janice was right. They were terribly wrinkled, probably thanks to Madeline's odd sleep positions whilst sitting up, and were definitely in need of some kind of change. She glanced over at her right hand and nodded with silent agreement, noting that she had also changed clothes at some point during the flight. Rubbing the back of her neck and blinking slowly, Madeline tried to bring herself into some form or stream of awareness before stumbling to the back of the plane and attempting to change in comfort.
No more than five minutes passed before Madeline emerged from the back of the plane dressed in crisp clothing and feeling refreshed. The ensemble Edmund had apparently sent along with her that morning was perfectly pressed and couldn't have fit the business feel anymore than it already did. Madeline's gaze wandered to Janice's face, which seemed to actually be expressing some content as opposed to usual, and then to the pilot. With a satisfied nod and a handshake as per usual, the heiress made her way to the door of the plane and opened the hatch with no problems. Details about the flight back and standby time could be heard being volleyed between her right hand and the pilot as the stairs deployed from somewhere under the plane and allowed Maddie to make her exit from the plane.
"Oh, wow. This is... beautiful."
It wasn't that she wasn't expecting for the nation of Wakanda to have fresher air or much more breathtaking scenery than back home in Gotham, but the words were almost uncharacteristic for Madeline's usual speech. Unless it was an art show or some opera and she was genuinely awestruck or feign interest was there, the heiress never found herself in positive awe. And definitely not on account of the natural beauty of anything. Stepping down the stairs with careful steps and mindful of the fact that there were potentially eyes on her, Maddie continued to survey the air field and, more importantly, what was beyond it. The architecture was alluring. Much more alluring than many of the supposed "architectural wonders" that littered the world recently.
"I think they're coming to escort us. We have a little time. Do you think it'd be wise to go over the points of this proposal?"
"Why? It's pretty straightforward and, as stated a week ago, there's no reason for them to decline. Certainly not after inviting us all the way out here, right? Let's just enjoy the last of our break."
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Post by Bem T'Chui on Apr 12, 2013 18:57:21 GMT 1
As to maintain the peace with the elders and traditionalist within the Wakandan nation, Bem exited the palace and strode towards the station where Ms. Wayne's plane had landed not too long ago. As he made his way there guards began flanking him, a few advisers followed suit, flitting in and out with information as well. The prince felt sure of this interaction. He'd heard and found stories of her father, Bruce Wayne, and studied up on them within the weeks prior to this meeting. He seemed every bit the same as Mr. Stark, yet something led Bem to believe that all was not as it seemed.
He paused, lifting the hood of his coal black habit, covering his face. This was a meeting where, while he wished to keep a completely open mind and viewpoint. He was going to show he nor Wakanda was to be taken lightly. He wanted no games or ploys. He meant business.
As the throng grew closer, the entourage of advisers donned their black hoods as well. The guard encircled them, and halted at the end of the landing pad where Ms. Wayne and her enclave awaited them. "I trust you had an uneventful flight?"[/b] Bem queried as he stepped forth from the midst of his crowd."I am Prince Bem Chui T'Challa. Welcome to Wakanda, Ms. Wayne. " [/i]
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