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[b][u]The Imperium of Hiron[/u][/b][/center]

[u][b]February 23rd, 1900, Senryu, Hiron[/b][/u]

A somewhat older pair of Hironese bureaucrats sat lounging naked in an onsen, letting the warm spring waters wash over their bodies, relaxation flooding through them. Outside, fitful drifts of snow had accumulated, but inside, it was actually comfortable. One leaned back and rested his head on some smoothed rocks surrounding the onsen, sighing to himself before talking to his compatriot, "So what's the current news at your bureau, Takami-san?"

Takami stretched the muscles in his chest and back, feeling the capillaries engorge with blood from the heat, "Supposedly we're establishing an embassy in Gojong in a few days. Minister Tsutsumi-san doesn't seem particularly excited about them at the moment, apparently he's dealing with some other complicated matters during audiences with the Dragon Emperor. Something big is coming."

"I'd have to agree. That speech the other day by the Emperor made it pretty clear, as well as the whole Droulez Affair. It's an interesting thought, don't you think? The idea of the Imperium fighting with the oh-so-glorious Empire of Violette," replied Chenijiro.

Takami chuckled for a moment, "Eh, the arrogant pricks have it coming to them. You heard how their General Droulez handled the whole affair, right?"

"Yeah, trying to have a mock trial in front of the Embassy instead of growing a pair and staring the women whose lives he ruined in the eye and standing before a Hironese Judge to be tried properly. Dishonorable fuck," Chenijiro made an incredibly vulgar sign with his hand in the direction of Violette, reaffirming their dishonor.

"I'm not surprised though, they're Veletians," at that, the pair laughed together and began rambling on about affairs throughout the Imperium and their daily lives.