Something, Something Uganda Fuckin' Meme [Mana/Abalia Political Mini-Event[

The choice was made to summon The Queen. Without a need to indulge further in this Jokester persona, the veil of a fool absolved itself from the skin of The Demoness as she soon moved away from Abalia. In a matter of moments was all it took for this shift in consciousness to take root in the essence of The Asthavon. Subtle alterations soon started to wash over the shell of the hellish empress. The body of the Royal grew from its 5'7 stature to a 5'10 height, while the bosom of Mana grew ever so slightly. All the while, her hair became thicker and longer, fangs and claws sharper and more menacing; until the once manic smile across the ghost colored woman faded and a more gentle smile graced her visage.

"Χαίρετε"

The voice of The Greek Goddess Eris slipped out but for a moment in a soothing exhale of breath. Yet, in spite of that, through the grace of her accursed mastery of the demonic arts of magic, Mana translated this word in the mind of Abalia to simply be: "Hello."

In this instant, the atmosphere had changed. By no means was the aura within the depths of Mana's body anything but tranquil and calm. However, the cluster of sheer insanity, chaos, and discord which flourished within her core became more focused. Rather than flaunting about in every which direction but right, it remained in the background as if this collection of apocalyptic nightmares could be unhinged at any moment, but that their master yielded the needed mastery over it to prevent them from reducing this landscape into nothing but a fine memory.

"Now, darling, I grow tired of these sights. Guide me to a place where we can sit and discuss the future of our affairs."

Despite her request being blunt, the change in tone may be the greatest distractor in this moment. Gone was the Texan Swang which drenched her voice from earlier. Instead, what remained in her tone had been a subdued tone befitting someone from the heart of mother Britain. And should it not be akin to that accent? After all, Mana had been The Queen of Britian as well in this day and age. And as such, The Queen had no interest in being around most of the commoners of this land as both herself and Abalia ventured through the depths of The Vastime Empire. So she required a place to be free, indulge in her company and sort the affairs of Shadow Fall and Vastime.

"But before that, it is a pleasure to meet you, my dear."

Upon uttering those words out into the air, The Queen took Abalia's hand, kissed it and proceeded to shift her emerald gaze straight into the face of The Officer. What had peered into the eyes Of The Vastimin had been the gentle smile of Mana ashe awaited the next set of events to determine where these two would set forth this momentous meeting.

Most in Abalia's position might surely have regretted their decision, or at the very least been immediately deeply concerned about having bitten off more than they could chew. To the ghost-haired officer, however, it was quite nearly everything she could have hoped for in this instance. While she had no issue with continuing to dance around her presentation of any issue or point by wording it in such a way that it kept Mana's interest, a far more serious incarnation of the Demon Queen would allow the two to operate on much more even footing. Even footing, in turn, would only display even further confidence on Abalia's part, for there would be no deceit there. Apart, of course, from the true nature of Vastime's defenses at present.

The change in atmosphere, and in Mana's energy, was one that Abalia found, frankly, most agreeable. Such an orderly air was one she could appreciate, though to say she liked it would be a bit too kind a word, due mostly to the source of said atmosphere. In this particular moment, however, she did indeed like Mana's presence. Not so much because of the Demon Queen herself, but more on account of the context of their meeting, and of the assurance that the two were operating as relative equals for now.

“Of course, Your Highness. I did promise you a meal at my own place of business, did I not? While I would not make the claim that I could surpass anyone at your own disposal, I should like to think that what I have prepared will prove adequate for you over the course of this meeting.”

Abalia naturally returned Mana's gaze for as long as she held it, showing not one iota of fear or hesitation as she did so. It was not such strongly made eye contact as to be challenging, of course, for such aggression was not in Abalia's nature, and certainly would not do her any good at the moment. It was simply kept for the same purpose that all of her actions toward Mana were in this moment; to display that she respected the Queen, and was willing to fully utilize this opportunity for the two to interact in a genuine manner, rather than skirting around any issue under the guise of propriety.

As she led the way, Abalia glanced around the city streets, noting that they were entirely empty of any citizenry. This, at least, had been handled correctly according to her orders. While this diplomacy would hardly be a secret forever, she could not imagine a single useful outcome of allowing the commonfolk to simply be out and about as the Queen of Demons walked through the city. Perhaps it might display some confidence to said commoners, but if they needed any convincing of Abalia's conviction, she had far greater concerns.

“Ah, here we are. I apologize if the venue is not nearly so grand as your palace, but I should like to think that its simplicity is something of a key aspect of its charm. There is a bit of history to this place as well, speaking personally, but I would not wish to inundate you with such things when there is business to attend to.”

All business, and yet still courteous and personable at the same time, Abalia made perhaps the ideal diplomatic company as she opened the door to the Tundra for Mana. She gave a small bow as she did so, gesturing inside with her free hand as if she were a butler or a doorman. Of course, it was not an action of deference, and the conviction in Abalia's eyes and voice as she spoke made that crystal clear. It was simply an act of courtesy, of politeness to someone who had taken time out of her busy schedule to speak with Abalia. Someone who, if need be, was Abalia's best friend in this moment.