Occult Submission(Exclusive)

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Seth gazed sentimentally from the stationary pane opposite him, his reflection vastly dimunitave to the magnitude of the transparent collumn, marveling the intricacy of the paroramic perspective he had assumed, (which he essentially devised; prior to his transition into politics) hands entertwined to his posterior. Momentarily he'd converse with an evidently ascending politition, whose radical gradient he had noted. As he remained fixated upon the implications of his previous intent hardships, he was an iota from the massive entry way to his office, shadow stretching several yards backward. He rather enjoyed the radiance of his domain at the time of day.

Johnny made his way to the top of the treacherous towers. He truly hated these buildings with all of his heart, but he knew the only way to bring them down was to do it politically, not physically. Johnny was fairly young to be a politician. He was in his mid 20's and had always wanted to become a politician.

Johnny was the leader of the Resistance, a large group of individuals who wished to end the current government's villainous reign. He inherited the title after his parents, the predecessors, were publicly executed when he was only 11. Those devils made an example of them, to show the rest of the Resistance that rebelling against the government was not an option.

Johnny knew he had to take them down, for his parents, and he knew the only way to do that was to get the support of everyone in the state, not just some. He had come to see a politician, Seth was his name. He had heard from his sources that Seth controlled the military. If he could somehow get an advantage on Seth, he could progress with his plans.

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Seth turned in a peremptory fashion to the distant, metallic doors, anticipating the immediate arrival of aforementioned rendeavouz participant, acknowledging potential lateness as essentially lethal(Seth was immensely influencial), dismissing it- once again confident in the door's gradual seperation.
Expectedly, a tremendous mechanical oscillation resondated about the space, seismic energy minutely inflating Seth's attire.

Air decompression consequentially followed, and presented to Johny was a silouhuetted antomical figure whose illuminated scarlet locks flucuated elegantly. This man , age 26, gradually approached him, his military-oriented boots echoing rythmically, his segmented, dark pvercoat bellowing behind him.

"'Appeasing to finally meet you, Mr. Johny," as he entered his vicinity.

Johnny walked through the separating metal doors of the mechanism before entering the very spacious office. It was sparsely decorated with greenery and pictures of influential leaders through history. It was very difficult to see the far end of the room, which seemed to be one giant window. The sun's rays were blinding Johnny, forcing him to use his hand to screen the excess light from his eyes.

There he saw a very intimidating figure. A tall man, with flowing red hair. The man quietly approached him, greeting him in the progress.

Johnny ran his hands through his light-blue hair, quickly rearranging it before the political figure got the chance to see his entire body. Johnny had quite the toned body. They did a lot of training in the Resistance in preparation for any scuffles with any of the government's worthless goons. Though Johnny had taken the path of the mind, he still had to be prepared if anyone tried to rough him up.

"Like wise, Mr.Seth. And please, just call me Johnny." Johnny replied as he stuck out hand, gesturing a hand shake.

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Seth complied, apllying ample pressure and dictating the course of the physcial greeting, the texture of his black gloves foriegn, and unorthodox. In offering a subtle, cordial postive expression, he concealed his dilligently scrutinzing the muscular fellow with illuminescent blue striations, analysing his antomical cornerstones and deducing his possible avocations and aspirations...and hypothetical intentions. "Very well, Johny. I appreciate your abiding by my rather imperious consolidation of appointments, incidentally...and apologize on behalf of my inability to sieze you sooner." He turned, casually,"Please, come this way," and proceeded to return to the original vicinity. He started walking, Johny endorsing him. "Inform me, Johny... What class of training do you assume, regularly? I've noted your musculator."

Johnny shook the gloved man's hands. Even through the leather, the man's hand felt very firm and strong. Johnny met his strength as he shook back and followed the mysterious man into his office. "There is no need to apologize. Time is not something we can control."Johnny continued to walk behind the politician. "I was on my university's rowing team. Even though I graduated, I must still keep in shape. It would be of the utmost embarrassment if I met my demise through poor health." Johnny replied. He lied. He wasn't on the rowing team. He didn't have time for school activities when he was the head of the Resistance.

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"Plausible, certainly," he humored. "Contradictory to that, I enlist in regular simulation training... I merely assumed someone of your tier would have familarized himself similar capacities, at minimum." He ceased walking near the glass, again, and extended his hand, to activate a translucent aggragation of miscellaneous selections to conducting the phsyical and aesthetical properties of the premises, which radiated to his anterior. With a few consecutive gestures, a tremendous partition erected from the floor, achieving the maximum altitude respective to the space. This wall was incandescent, pulsating with angular vessels, which concertedly synthesized a horrendously realistic image, initially being a panorama of an insipid horizon, accompanied by a vibrant, blue sky. "I deemed it appropriate. Is it to your liking..?" Sitting arrangements spontaneously emerged from the floor, evoking their relaxtion, initiating the discussion. He sat, callusely. "Please, sit." A volumnious, qaunt seat presented itself to Johny. "Also, inform me provided you'd prefer alternate atmospheric conditions."

"Yes, though the sun is a lovely thing, it was becoming a nuisance." Johnny took a seat on the chairs that had ascended through the floor. They were quite comfortable. "My looks may be deceiving." Johnny smirked at the deeper meaning to his statement. "Though I may look primped and tidy right now, I am not fortunate enough to have such simulations in my possession." Johnny admired the man's build. He was very fit as well, just like Johnny.

"I came from a very...unfortunate upbringing. Though I have reached a certain degree of success in my political career, I still have other payments to make before I can safely begin saving my hard earned money." Johnny mentioned. He fiddled with his hands. His inexperience in these settings was mildly apparent, though he often masked it with his assertive nature. However, little instances like these would pop up once in a while.

"Would it be too rude for me to ask for a drink?" Johnny asked. This tension was making Johnny quite thirsty.

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Inconspicuously incredulous,"Of course." He consulted a template conjoined with the chair which resembeled previous holographic representations,(disreagrding his prior discearning of Johny's explanation) and immediately following a lean glass of imported alchohal, protruded from the linear arm of Johny's chair, and his. "Premium compliments premium," he complimented, and elaborated, "Regardless your upbringing and necessary obstructions, you've procured your aspirations, and I commend you. You're also of a stronger generation. Cheers, and enjoy that...rather expensive drink." He respectively sipped his, crossing his leg. "Pertinent to your affiliating my organization, what field would you most profficiently assume, and adopt?"

Johnny smiled as his sipped his drink. "Rather forward, aren't you? I was hoping to converse a bit longer before talking of such important matters, but I guess time is of the essence to an important man such as yourself." Johnny leaned forward, placing his glass on the table beside him. "I won't prolong it any further then. I wish to be your assistant, a protege if you wish. I've done my research and I can not help but acknowledge how well you've done in your career."
Johnny stared at Seth, hoping he was buying what Johnny was selling.

"Simply put, you're a man of many commendations, and I would want nothing else but to learn from such a successful man as yourself." Johnny knew the key to overthrowing Seth was to gain his trust and learn his way of thinking, and the fastest way to do that was by shadowing him.