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spira_rpBellatrix's lip curled.
Khamja were a convenience. A way to keep an eye on what the rest of the world was up to. The world had become more global; ripples in Archades were felt in the Union. If you could call it a Union. It was a hodgepodge of city states, each wanting autonomy, and protection from each other and everyone outside of them. The Union, such as it was, kept a finely tuned balance. Together they were stronger, it dictated, and no one within the Union would attack each other or they'd get a rap across the proverbial knuckles. It also dictated trade terms between the cities, and the rest of Spira.
Nagapur didn't need the Union, and it certainly didn't need to trade with the mudbloods and other filth on the lowerworld. The fact that things happening down there among the rabble had led to Khamja putting a call out for all members to attend a meeting riled her. Why should she care what a bunch of blood traitors and halfbreeds did?
And yet, with the whole world being so interconnected these days, including her beloved Nagapur, it could have implications. Some Gotei Captain had got himself imprisoned on false charges. That was of little interest to Bellatrix. The ramifications, however, the potential for it to be fodder for a war on the lowerworld, a sign of rising tensions between two opposing countries spilling over to ensnare someone politically impartial - though not, she'd heard, unbiased - was interesting. If war broke out on the lowerworld, Jylland could profit.
Anything that furthered Nagapur's interests was of interest to Bellatrix. Even though it necessitated traveling among the filth.
It had been a comfortable flight down to Rabanastre. Bellatrix didn't see the point in being frugal with her travel expenses. Her family were old, and wealthy, and if she was forced to show herself among the plebeians and halfbreeds, she was going to get to them in private quarters on a comfortable airship.
Rabanastre itself was filled with sand, and the stench of sweating bodies, and so many sub-hume creatures it made her nauseous. The idea that one of them might have touched her bags made her blood boil. She'd have to count everything when she finally got to the Desert Palace Khamja called home.
Things got worse when she was met by the envoy from Khamja that was collecting her. He was a mudblood that smiled so much she couldn't see his eyes, and something about his attitude felt as if he was mocking her even though he spoke politely enough. His accent and his manner set her teeth on edge as much as his hair.
They'd sent a filthy mudblood to collect her. Her. Of all the insults they could have devised, that was the worst. It was an unforgivable offence.
She exchanged as few words with him as possible, and vowed to wait until she found a respectable pureblood to ask what questions she might have. She only hoped they'd been more thoughtful about her accommodation, and had ensured she had a suite as far away from the filth as possible.
There was yet more sand between their destination and Bellatrix when they finally stopped in a great cavern under the ground. A plethora of airships were parked neatly, but airships only meant dirty halfbreeds and sub-hume things like Al Bhed might be lurking. The lowerworld was rife with them, and in need of a thorough purge.
The mudblood that had ferried her here left her with vague directions, and a warning not to step off the route lest the cavern's monsters find her.
Bellatrix didn't have much hope for the accommodation either when she reached the door. Nestled in the rock it was unassuming, but heavily magically warded. At least someone around here knew what they were doing.
The door opened for her, leading her into a small corridor that caused her further displeasure. Her bags tugged along behind her, hovering on a simple float spell and propelled by her wand.
The next door opened out into a much more spacious and lavishly decorated hallway. She glanced around. It would have been impressive had it not been for the fact that this Palace was inhabited by disgusting half breeds, and blood traitors, and mudbloods, and worse. She could feel their presences etched into the walls, so strong she could practically smell them.
She guided her bags through and set them down just ahead of her.
They knew she was here. They'd been expecting her. Courtesy would have someone coming to meet her inside, too.
Khamja were a convenience. A way to keep an eye on what the rest of the world was up to. The world had become more global; ripples in Archades were felt in the Union. If you could call it a Union. It was a hodgepodge of city states, each wanting autonomy, and protection from each other and everyone outside of them. The Union, such as it was, kept a finely tuned balance. Together they were stronger, it dictated, and no one within the Union would attack each other or they'd get a rap across the proverbial knuckles. It also dictated trade terms between the cities, and the rest of Spira.
Nagapur didn't need the Union, and it certainly didn't need to trade with the mudbloods and other filth on the lowerworld. The fact that things happening down there among the rabble had led to Khamja putting a call out for all members to attend a meeting riled her. Why should she care what a bunch of blood traitors and halfbreeds did?
And yet, with the whole world being so interconnected these days, including her beloved Nagapur, it could have implications. Some Gotei Captain had got himself imprisoned on false charges. That was of little interest to Bellatrix. The ramifications, however, the potential for it to be fodder for a war on the lowerworld, a sign of rising tensions between two opposing countries spilling over to ensnare someone politically impartial - though not, she'd heard, unbiased - was interesting. If war broke out on the lowerworld, Jylland could profit.
Anything that furthered Nagapur's interests was of interest to Bellatrix. Even though it necessitated traveling among the filth.
It had been a comfortable flight down to Rabanastre. Bellatrix didn't see the point in being frugal with her travel expenses. Her family were old, and wealthy, and if she was forced to show herself among the plebeians and halfbreeds, she was going to get to them in private quarters on a comfortable airship.
Rabanastre itself was filled with sand, and the stench of sweating bodies, and so many sub-hume creatures it made her nauseous. The idea that one of them might have touched her bags made her blood boil. She'd have to count everything when she finally got to the Desert Palace Khamja called home.
Things got worse when she was met by the envoy from Khamja that was collecting her. He was a mudblood that smiled so much she couldn't see his eyes, and something about his attitude felt as if he was mocking her even though he spoke politely enough. His accent and his manner set her teeth on edge as much as his hair.
They'd sent a filthy mudblood to collect her. Her. Of all the insults they could have devised, that was the worst. It was an unforgivable offence.
She exchanged as few words with him as possible, and vowed to wait until she found a respectable pureblood to ask what questions she might have. She only hoped they'd been more thoughtful about her accommodation, and had ensured she had a suite as far away from the filth as possible.
There was yet more sand between their destination and Bellatrix when they finally stopped in a great cavern under the ground. A plethora of airships were parked neatly, but airships only meant dirty halfbreeds and sub-hume things like Al Bhed might be lurking. The lowerworld was rife with them, and in need of a thorough purge.
The mudblood that had ferried her here left her with vague directions, and a warning not to step off the route lest the cavern's monsters find her.
Bellatrix didn't have much hope for the accommodation either when she reached the door. Nestled in the rock it was unassuming, but heavily magically warded. At least someone around here knew what they were doing.
The door opened for her, leading her into a small corridor that caused her further displeasure. Her bags tugged along behind her, hovering on a simple float spell and propelled by her wand.
The next door opened out into a much more spacious and lavishly decorated hallway. She glanced around. It would have been impressive had it not been for the fact that this Palace was inhabited by disgusting half breeds, and blood traitors, and mudbloods, and worse. She could feel their presences etched into the walls, so strong she could practically smell them.
She guided her bags through and set them down just ahead of her.
They knew she was here. They'd been expecting her. Courtesy would have someone coming to meet her inside, too.
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Date: 2019-01-13 03:16 pm (UTC)"Get it out of my sight before I have to teach it a lesson," she hissed, turning her attention back to Emilou.
She'd have to find a room on her own? Well fine. But the lack of hospitality was going to be remembered, and these lowerworld animals were going to be in for a lesson in how to treat their betters.