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Tensions in Yrket
« on: October 29, 2020, 10:48:58 PM »
Dzhunho, Captial city of Kopsje
Parliament Building

“This is a clear provocation against the authority of our laws and the Sovereignty of our country! This Alexis Minette, this High Priestess, is effectively acting as an Achkaerinese agent. Her actions are those sanctioned by the Kangzi Emperor and his government weather they openly admit to it or not! We cannot allow such a slight against our country go unpunished! We must ensure this so called Covent t-“ the voice of a young man resonated throughout the parliamentary chamber. His words reaching the ears of all members present some nodding in agreement others silently listening, while some mad notes. The young man, a Junior member as one could tell easily with his overcompensated oration making his words seem almost scripted, was soon cut off by a female’s voice. One with far more authority and a natural composure to it.   

“Ridiculous! The only provocation happening is that of this law against the people of Kopsje! The NKIM have continued to push this law, passed only by the cowardice of abstention, and now are taken aback at the realization that their supposed plan to transcend Kopsjse, our beloved country to their perverted concept of a modern state,  has backfired and drawn the ire of not just our own people but that of the Kangzi world.” Following her abrupt interruption the women shot up so as to have her words heard across the chamber. Once finished she proudly smiled as her attempt to shoot down the Juniors words were met with thunderous applause. Though mainly from those around her, clearly her fellow party members.

“It is one thing to stop the flow of goods into our lands, it is entirely another to import religious figures with intent to subvert our actions as a political authority. With the Kangzi priestess’s words she has effectively invited more of her ilk to act as squatters in Yrket! Need I remind the parliament that these are not just simple fanatics but an organization who brandish swords and spend their lives learning martial skills. Are we to allow what could easily be armed Zealots to make a stronghold of one of our cities? One that lies only a few kilometers away from the Capitol?” The young man replied, this time facing his vocal attacker directly. His words had clearly garnered the attention of many as hushed murmurs echoed through out the chamber. 

Many within the parliament were beyond aware that the current situation and passage of the law was likely to be seen negatively by the Kangzi world. By all means the law had passed in an entirely fair and legal manner, regardless of what the opposition would say. Thus condemnations and sanctions were all well and fine, expected even, but this? This was something most wouldn’t have expected. Yet it had and now the question simply was how to deal with it. These thoughts and others ran through the mind of Suymenkul as he simply sat and listened to the two parties bicker back and forth, with their designated mouthpieces. Suymenkul was neither affiliated with the NKIM whom were situated to his right nor the GIL situated to his left. Instead he was a member of a third party, one that by all means had faded into obscurity by this point. The Politics of the Parliament had grown to be dominated by the two giants situated on either side, while Suymenkul and others of smaller parties dominated the center. It was quite interesting for him. If the parliament truly did reflect the views of the general populace, then from the looks of it half of Kopsje yearned for a welfare-state, while the other half sought a near total abolishment of government.

“IF I… may have the floor? It is clear we cannot allow this slight against us, against Kopsje, to go unnoticed. Equally so we cannot afford any overly swift action that would rally further Kangzi action against Kopsje nor lead to similar situation that persists in Fifth District. Thus I suggest that what this Parliament should…”

“What the parliament should do? I’ll tell you what the parliament should do! We should revoke the damn law and ban the idiocy of the NKIM from the chamber!!” A thunderous roar of a male’s voice came from Suymenkul’s left. It grew louder with each sentence and when he finished his intrusion a loud echo of applause and cheering from the left section of the chamber vocalized the similar thoughts of GIl members. As excepted NKIM members began booing and yelling back at their verbal attackers claiming the GIL to be anti-Kopsje and other political insults.

This was getting out of hand. Suymenkul tried to raise his own voice attempting too call for a motion, but was quickly drowned out by the verbal battle that was engulfing the chamber.

Dzhunho
Fifth District
“Hurry Ainura! We must Hurry…leave it we will get another one later!” A hushed and frantic voice filled the tense air of the tenement bloc as a family quickly gathered their belongings negotiating among themselves with what they needed as opposed to wanted. A mother was haphazardly stuffing clothes, medicines, hygiene products, anything she deemed necessary into a suitcase, chiding her young daughter upon seeing the girl trying to fit a stuffed musk doll into a backpack. She was annoyed at the sight but understood, her daughter’s insistence. The Doll had been a gift from her grandmother. She’d passed away not to long ago. The soft grunts of the girl’s attempt to pack the sentimental item echoed through out their tenement flat. The mother sighed as her commands fell upon small distracted ears, she checked a nearby clock its dull green digitalized numbers reading 7:46. The Mother grew more anxious at this sight. They’d only have about 14 minutes to leave the district before the KSG started reinforcing the curfew. There was no more time to waste, in a panicked state the mother clasped her young daughters hand lightly dragging her away, knowing she would only resist if they left the doll the mother grabbed it in her other hand. They made their way outside of the building, other families and groups with similar goals also emptying their respective tenements.

Their destination was Yrket. The mother knew of it, had even visited the suburb-town due to her work, but she’d never thought to intentionally go there. It was the words of the Kangzi Priestess that had seemingly ignited a surge of exiles to the town. The Mother wasn’t sure what exactly the Priestess meant by calling the town a Covent, or what these two religious Orders were but from what little she heard from her co-workers she understood it as a place for Namists to seek refuge. Maybe… just maybe they’d take in her daughter, let her practice her faith in peace and save her from being severed with the Eternal. Maybe. As she pulled her now calmed down child down into the streets she looked again at her watch. 7:50. Ten Minutes, they had only ten minutes to make past the crowds of protestors and reach the entry point. A new wave of urgency and anxiety filled the mother as she reached down lifting her young daughter and carrying her hurriedly making her way to the entry point.

The streets were chaotic with large amassed protestors focusing their anger towards a wall of KSG agents. Shouts of “tyranny”, “oppression”, and other insults filled the air along with protest signs, religious symbols, and Icons. This had been going on for nearly a week now but with the curfew it had grown more escalated in the past few days. It was another reason the mother so desperately wanted to leave the fitfth district. As she hurried along keeping her daughter close to her shoulders instinctually trying to protect her from anything and everything at the moment, she couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of something oddly luminescent in her peripheral. A bottle? Something was off though, it had a piece of cloth stuffed inside the… The mother disregarded everything at this moment, switching from a swift paced jog to a full out run. Holding her daughter close she shoved her way through amassed people. At last she could see the line of KSG agents and small opening among their ranks. The Entry point, she gently placed her young daughter down and grasping her hand quickly guided her towards the point. A portable neon sign revealed the time as 7:56, instructions for the amassed crowed to go indoors following. The Mother nervously glanced around as they waited in line.  She noticed the KSG agents assembled slowly preparing themselves with all kinds of gear. What for, she did not want to think about.

At last it was their turn to be processed the Mother looked thankfully at the neon sign which read 7:58. A young women smartly dressed but lacking the more geared out appearance of the KSG agents, gave them a small smile waving them over. She promptly asked them to produce authorized papers to which the mother gladly reached in her pocket managing to produce, one?! That couldn’t be right she knew she had mad preparations for the both of them. The mother gave an apologetic smile as she began ruffling through her things desperately looking for the other documents. A sudden scream to behind her distracted her attention away. She only managed to catch a glimpse of an orange iridescent object before it crashed against the riot shields of the KSG line exploding into a fiery yellow-reddish mass.

“Lock it down, lock it all down!” She could hear the orders of the young women, her voice a mix of frustration and anxiety. As she commanded KSG Agents began crowding along the line demanding everyone return to their homes.

“No wait! Please, take my daughter she has a pass!” The mother pleaded, gently tugging on the younger women’s uniform.

“I..I can’t. Minors, can not leave with out supervision, you know th-” the young woman began droning on lines she had seemingly memorized. It was clear she wasn’t even paying attention to the pleading mother her worries and attention drawn to the increasingly tense scene of the streets.

“Please, Udak, she is all I have left! I just want her to be safe please...”

“Fine, fine! Just hurry it up!” With that the mother handed her daughter over to the young woman. Who gently yet frantically began pulling the girl away, the child’s wailing for her mother soon being drowned out by the loud yelling and clashing of the mob engaging with the KSG Agents.

Town of Yrket
Southern Kopsje
“No you can’t! You’ve no right, that is private property!” The protests of an elderly man rang out louder than necessary in an attempt to draw more attention. He owned a local café, one of the most well known in Yrket in fact, and under any normal circumstance the KSG would avoid creating such a scene.

“And this is a legally recognized public place. Now piss off before I detain you for interfering.” Came the reply of an annoyed KSG agent, scenes like this were playing across the small town of Yrket. All of Kopsje for that matter. Kyrzun, Rus, Kopsjenese or Kangzi, it didn’t matter the only places left uninterrupted were the churches and temples of the various faiths. Though many suspected it was only a matter of time. 

The Town of Yrket was hardly a large destination spot. Its proximity to the so called “Gem of Kopsje” Dzunho, made the small suburban town little more than a footnote to most who heard of it. It was for all intents and purposes a sleepy, easy going, town. The Bustle and chaos of Dzunho absent, in its place the tranquility of the more natural surroundings. So it had been, so it was supposed to be. Yet as fate would have it the norm was to suddenly be disrupted by an influx of newcomers, both Kospjense and Knagzi. It was a situation that had created much confusion for the residents and a headache for the local KSG.

“Anything new to report?” The uninterested voice of a man inquired, followed by the sipping of a drink. His name was Pukak, and as far as anyone was concerned, he was technically in charge of Yrket as the leader of the local KSG. He stood with some of his fellows all having their attention turned focused on the group of Kangzi individuals they’d come to know as the Maiden Sisters, and now apparently this, Acolyte Order. Ever since the announcement by the High Priestess, their little sleepy town of Yrekt had managed to garner national attention.

“Other than the seeming exodus from Dzunho, nothing out of the ordinary. There are occasionally new Kangzi showing up at the Namist Temple, but otherwise…” one of the surveying agents responded. The whole situation had proved to be, strange, to say the least their town usually only dealing with occasional thievery and drunken brawls. Now they were practically staring down these Namists everyday as if both sides were just waiting for the other to make the first move.

“Why don’t we just detain them? They obviously aren’t here to pray, or whatever they do.” Another, younger voice asked. The sudden appearance of the Kangzi religious figures had put many on edge, no doubt due to their brandishing of various bladed weapons.

 “Under what charges though? Legally, they haven’t done anything…yet anyway.”  The first agent replied their eyes not moving from the robbed figures of the Namists.

“Alright enough. I expect both of you to keep your personal views in check while on duty. If anything happens, we’ll be ready.” With that Pukak took another sip of his drink, another glance at the Namist temple and headed back inside the KSG building. He knew things were about to get interesting. Most likely for the worst.   

Near the western entrance to Yrket, two KSG agents had stopped a woman, clearly Kangzi and dawning a similar robe like those at the Namist temple. One of them pointed to some kind of medallion or other necklace like object. From the looks of it, a symbol of the Namist faith. 

“You got authorization to be carrying that around?... matter of fact, those require authorization too. You’re going to need to produce some documents missy, would be a shame if we’d have to confiscate these…” One of the agents asked, the other chiming in and pointing at sheathed blade. It was clear they stopped the women for their own purposes, whether it be an over-zealous sense of duty, now surfacing xenophobia, or simply out of boredom. Whatever the case may-be it was obvious two KSG agents wouldn’t let the women pass until they were satisfied.

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Re: Tensions in Yrket
« Reply #1 on: November 05, 2020, 09:03:21 PM »
Luna Isle, Foxton Lake, Achkaerin

Luna Isle was the home of the High Priestess of the Cult of Namis Alexis Minette as well as the other key players in the Cult of Namis, plus some monks and a convent of Maiden Sisters. It was a place with significant cultural heritage, it had a place on the CETO's site registry. She had expected a reaction to her statement on what was going on in Kopsje and she'd certainly got the expected one, not that being made persona non grata bothered her in any way whatsoever this was far from about her, it was about people of any faith in Kopsje. The decision to grant Convent status to the Temple in Yrket had been easy to make but actually getting that far had taken a good while of careful analysis of the Kopsje law and plenty of discussion with the experts. They'd been careful to make sure that no action taken was illegal. And now that the convent status was granted attention was centred on Yrket and what could happen. There was regular contact between Luna Isle, the Achkaerinese leadership, the new Convent and the Achkaerinese embassy in the Kopsje capital. The play so far was keep it calm, keep it reasonable, nothing illegal was happening, the ball was firmly in the Kopsje court and that was where they wanted it kept.


Yrket

Kaitlyn Celestine had never expected anything like this, her outreach work in Yrket had transformed in a matter of days, they'd gone from a simple community mission to something else. No sooner had the Religious Restriction Law been published than registration forms for the Maiden Sisters blades and bows had been filed and while perhaps predictably to some extent the documents were slow in being issued, whether it be unfamiliarity of process or deliberate design on the part of the local authorities, however the small number of Maiden Sisters that had been resident in the temple of Yrket prior to the law's enactment had all received their appropriate paperwork, the problem was that simply having the paperwork didn't do much to alleviate the tension in the air, there was an increased police presence for certain and more and more often people were being stopped and asked for their paperwork it was not a good situation to be in. She had spent most of her day directing people to the new Convent, escorting them through the streets from the bus station, train station, even the cab rank, it was a bit of an operation to manage it. So far it had gone off without a hitch but as she headed back towards the bus station to pick up the next group she along with another Namist had been stopped.

"We've got the paperwork." Kaitlyn said reaching inside her jacket and showing it to the locals.


Marble Palace, Valtheim

It had been a very long few days for the Achkaerinese Leadership, the situation n Kopsje had suddenly out of nowhere risen to the top of the agenda. The lawyers had spent a long time examining the law to determine an action, they'd been more than satisfied to take a back seat to the High Priestess's move on the matter as it achieved a fairly decent position in complying with the law but also allowing people to worship as normal. However the Pharaoh of Clysperis had then ridden into the equation with what had been a highly ill advised maneuver.

"I remember when I would come into the room and tell you that we needed to talk." Nettie Taylor, the Emperor's foreign affairs advisor said
"And I'd respond by asking 'what's Beatrice done now?'" Emperor Peter said
"And now it's Akasha." Nettie said
"What's the read on this?" Peter asked
"Your Majesty." Sophie Wall said straightening out her uniform jacket as she spoke "We're interpreting the Clysperi action as a show force an attempt at intimidation. It could even be the Pharaoh trying to show that she's not weakened by the recent civil war."
"Is this going to come to an armed confrontation?" Peter asked
"In our estimation we're not going to see an invasion of Kopsje by Clysperis for the simple reason that Clysperis alone does not in our view have the capability to achieve it." Sophie said "However..."
"We throw Midaranye into the mix and that changes the picture." Adam Sheppard the Minister of Defence said

"I don't want to see an armed confrontation." Peter said "Ambassador?" he looked up at a wall monitor "What about the fifth district?"
"It's a lockdown." Nick Thwaites the Achkaerinese Ambassador to Kopsje said "Curfew being enforced but we're probably going to see more civil unrest and I suspect that could spread out."
"What's the political read?" Peter asked
"Divided." Nick said
"Can we use that?" Nettie asked, it was an implied suggestion that got a lot of nods around the table.

"All right." Peter said slowly "For now let's not escalate this, provide the usual support that would be expected to the Convent in Yrket. Ambassador put out some feelers among the opposition to the Act, and I'm authorising tier one of the sunstrike protocol."
"Understood." Nick said
"As for the military." Peter said "Put Snow Fox and Tempest on alert, Sophie I want options if this escalates."
"Yes Your Majesty." Sophie said
"I'll see you all in three hours." Peter said

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Re: Tensions in Yrket
« Reply #2 on: December 25, 2020, 04:48:51 PM »
Yrket, Outskirts of Dzunho

“Hrm…” the agent grunted, vocalizing his disappointment at the sight of the produced documents. He swiped the documents out of the young namists hand, taking no care for the young woman’s response. Fullfilling his duty, or feigning to do so, the agent mearly skimmed over the documents. His quick eye motions only stopping every so often to look over the required compliances.

“So you do, so...you...do…”He mumbled more to himself than anyone else. Once satisfied with the documents he carelessly handed the documentation back to the young namist.   

“Best not to cause any problems, yes?” His words directed more as a stern warning than any question. He opened his mouth again as if to speak but then paused before grabbing his radio close to his ear. The language spoken in a local Kyrzunese dialect, something the girls may or may not have understood depending on their time in Kopsje.

"Another one?" One of the agents asked no one in particular.

The two agents looked at each other with looks mixed between annoyance and confusion. As the radio chatter died down the two KSG made their way towards the nearby train station hurried in their pace.

Bistro Magnolia - Shimmering City
Dzunho Second District


The second district was often called the shimmering city, on account of the edifices being built almost exclusively of white limestone. Supposedly should one view the district from the Yrntoz  the reflection of light upon the white stone structures would make the district seemingly shimmer. Anijuk wasn’t sure she believed in the supposed illusion yet there was no real doubt that the second district was in some way the proverbial Gem of Dzunho. It was here that most of the influential denizens of the city, and to some degree, the whole of Kopse, called their home. It was perhaps this factor along with the alluring view colour of the district that made it the prime location to house the various forign embassies.

That is what brought Anijuk to The Second. There was no denying the current situation had garnerd international attention. Attention many in Kopsje felt was intrusive. As for Anijuk herself, she would not deny her disinterest in the Kangzi world or their supposed need to shape the world in their concepts of right and wrong. But it was not her place to make such judgements known. Instead she was here on behalf of another, a lady from house Ilyano. One who held great interest in a Kangiz point of view on the current situation.

The Bistro Magnolia was  a nice enough eatery located in one the many plazas in the Second District. It Was here Anijuk had been seated enjoying freshly made Tomato crostata complimented by a cup of tea. The aroma of freshly brewed herbs filling the immediate atmosphere. It was a calming sensation potentially meant to create a relaxing atmosphere. For the meeting to come, or perhaps simply by chance. Only Anijuk knew. The stage was ready, the troupe soon to be as well. The only missing piece, an Achkaerinese gentleman known by the name of Nick Thawites. The Imperial Ambassador. Weather it was the gentleman himself or one of his own representative remained to be seen.


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Re: Tensions in Yrket
« Reply #3 on: January 04, 2021, 02:37:00 AM »
Kaitlyn breathed a sigh of relief half an hour later when she arrived back at the newly instituted Convent in Yrket, the place was slowly filling up with boys and girls from families, some Namist, some not. It seemed that in the darkest moments people were clinging tooth and nail to hope, the rooms of the complex now resembled closer to a boarding school, the boys and girls lived in rooms, they worshiped in the temple sanctuary, they honed their skills in the courtyards and soon they'd be able to formally begin training this new generation of Maiden Sisters and their male counterparts. The big surprise had been the monks who'd lived at the mission for years now, they weren't accustomed to having this many people inside the walls but they were stepping up to the challenge before them. However it wasn't this that bothered Kaitlyn, they were now in what by the standard calendar was the new year but the Celestial Calendar, the calendar that the Cult of Namis ran to wasn't at the turning of the year quite yet, nor would it be for another few weeks however when that day came it was usually a prominent celebration with a strong amount of religious observance. If things continued as they were here then Kaitlyn wondered what things would become like if they got worse and a day like that loomed larger on the horizon.



It was perhaps not surprising that the Achkaerinese ambassador didn't personally attend the appointment rather an agent had been sent in his place and as befit the occasion it was one of Achkaerin's highly secret intelligence operatives, one of their Justicars, that actually turned up. In this case it was Liam Calvin dressed in a business suit, he looked every bit the diplomatic aide and managed to hide how much he loathed wearing a necktie. Sitting down at the table opposite Anijuk he paused for a moment before extending his hand in greeting "I'm here on behalf of Ambassador Thwaites." he said "Call me Calvin."

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Re: Tensions in Yrket
« Reply #4 on: February 06, 2021, 03:45:24 AM »
Bistro Magnolia
Dzunho Second District


 Anijuk greeted the Achkaerinese with a friendly smile, taking his hand and returning the gesture. He was older than she would have expected, then again she wasn't one to normally meet with foreign dignitaries.   

“Anijuk xelaju Illyano, a pleasure meet you Zaran, Calvin. House Illyano sends its warmest regards to you and your house, aswell as that of the good Ambassador. Would you happen to be hungry? Thirsty? I personally recommend the teas, best in the whole of the Second if I do say so myself. There is also a decent selection of coffee if that is more of your taste.” With this and seemingly on cue an attendant of the Bistro arrived ready to take the Calvin’s order, or lack of and clearing the table before leaving the two. Should he have looked around Calvin would notice the entirety of the Bistro Empty save for himself, Anijuk, and two attendants at the bistro.

“Now I’m sure your more than interested as to why this audience has been requested… I must be honest I find it quite curious myself. After all, as influential as the House is… to seek an audience individually and not through the Foreign office is quite strange no?” The woman spoke freely and cordially, as if she was chatting with a long not seen friend, taking a sip of her own tea every now and then. Finally it seemed like Anijuk was getting down to the actual business of it all.

“Oh look at me rattling on and on. I’m sure you’ve grown uninterested in my own small talk! Very well, to the business of things. As you and the good Ambassador may know the current situation in Kopsje is rather… tense. In no small part to that lovely High Priestess of yours!" As she said this Anijuk let out a small laugh, in an attempt to play the words off as a light hearted comment, hoping her visitor would not take offense. 

"Well in any case, though she may have acted on her own accord her status and ties to your government paint a picture easily left to interpretation. Unfortunately, many in Kopsje chose a negative interpretation. House Illyano, happens to be of the opposite inclination the House also happens to hold Influence in the State Parliament…” Anijuk paused for a moment, taking another sip of her tea seemingly observing her guest. His body language, the way his eyes shifted with her words. Yet despite her best attempts she could not quite make out the Achkaerinese gentlemen. She had decided Calvin was something more than what he seemed. More than just a mere member of the Imperial diplomatic mission, but what? It was also at this moment the Bistro attendee would return presenting Calvin with his chosen refreshments before departing again. Perhaps it was best not to know Anijuk thought to herself.

“The House would like to see this more isolated and negative view of the foreign world replaced with the potential for a policy of international cooperation. Unfortunately, as we are both aware the current Parliament has decided to enact policies that only further hurt the image of our country through-out the Mir. Now if certain individuals were persuaded to, retire, from the parliament there could be potential for a fresh view in polices. Policies that could bring Kopsje onto the right course so to say. Maybe even closer to our neighbors.  Of course, the question then is, how would our neighbors view such a shift?” With that Anijuk finished her peace. She hoped Calvin understood her implication, and allowed the gentleman to give his thoughts.

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Re: Tensions in Yrket
« Reply #5 on: February 14, 2021, 04:07:32 PM »
Liam looked at Anijuk, having listened carefully he paused for a moment before speaking, he'd let the remarks about the High Priestess pass even if they were somewhat misinformed "I think what needs to be remembered is that we're talking about one issue and even then I suspect the Achkaerinese view of what makes it a problem differs from others." he took a moment "Bluntly speaking the current situation on religious restrictions in this country largely resembles somewhere like Nya Aland, worship to be kept private and not public, not an unreasonable principle and largely speaking these days in keeping with the way most faiths operate in balance with the state. However the law of this country goes a step further than that by making it illegal for people under a certain age to worship it changes the dynamic somewhat. I haven't seen anyone taking issue with any other Kopsje policy, so I imagine the shift you mention would be well received, I suspect you will find most interests shared as well, at least from the Achkaerinese perspective. For the rest I can only speculate but the right words or gesture, in the right place at the right time would undoubtedly go a long way and all journey's begin with a single step, a step taken by you here today."