[ this is a tale as old as time, and Aventurine plans on making sure it's another one for the esteemed records of the IPC's history rather than a sealed dossier tossed into the restricted archives on planets that have failed to be peacefully assimilated. For make no mistake, the IPC will not leave this place empty-handed after what they stumbled upon. If Aventurine cared even a little about anyone or anything on this planet, he might actually feel some pressure in regards to the outcome.
( Or... you know, not. )
He takes note that the prince may not be the Final Word in all of this, but that he is well-equipped in social affluence and persuasion nevertheless— and so there's a high chance that he is well-liked and respected among the people of this world beyond simply being their prince. If true, then his own power of influence can't be discarded as necessarily inferior to the King's in the long run. One more chip on the table, and one more stake in the game to consider carefully on how he uses them.
As for the nervous Sage... Aventurine is not yet sure what to make of this individual, but he understands that they also play a role, and that the prince genuinely seems fond of them enough to attempt to extend reassurance. They probably are worth gathering the favor of, as well, beyond the principle of their position.
Aventurine merely smiles in response to the greeting, offering a polite bow of respect. ]
On behalf of the Interastral Peace Corporation, please accept my utmost gratitude for granting us such an audience. Allow me to properly introduce myself: I am Aventurine, a member of the IPC's Non-Performing Asset Liquidation Specialists. My hope is that I can demonstrate the value of a collaborative partnership between our two respective parties that will lead to boundless prosperity and opportunity for this planet and it's habits for many generations to come.
[ although he can't tell from his position, it would be unwise not to expect someone or something here in this chamber is at best wholly uninterested in anything but the IPC leaving empty-handed and never coming back. For a brief moment, he scans his surroundings from the corners of his eyes, not able to actually pinpoint anyone just yet as a potential source of trouble, but anyone who catches his glance will certainly feel the warning crawl up their spine: he knows you're there, and he won't stop looking for the likes of you until he has you right where he wants you.
To think at least one of the three players—The king, the prince, and the Sage— doesn't have some kind of backup plan already lurking would be an unacceptable level of arrogance even for the worst of the IPC. Aventurine isn't even close to that level. ]
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( Or... you know, not. )
He takes note that the prince may not be the Final Word in all of this, but that he is well-equipped in social affluence and persuasion nevertheless— and so there's a high chance that he is well-liked and respected among the people of this world beyond simply being their prince. If true, then his own power of influence can't be discarded as necessarily inferior to the King's in the long run. One more chip on the table, and one more stake in the game to consider carefully on how he uses them.
As for the nervous Sage... Aventurine is not yet sure what to make of this individual, but he understands that they also play a role, and that the prince genuinely seems fond of them enough to attempt to extend reassurance. They probably are worth gathering the favor of, as well, beyond the principle of their position.
Aventurine merely smiles in response to the greeting, offering a polite bow of respect. ]
On behalf of the Interastral Peace Corporation, please accept my utmost gratitude for granting us such an audience. Allow me to properly introduce myself: I am Aventurine, a member of the IPC's Non-Performing Asset Liquidation Specialists. My hope is that I can demonstrate the value of a collaborative partnership between our two respective parties that will lead to boundless prosperity and opportunity for this planet and it's habits for many generations to come.
[ although he can't tell from his position, it would be unwise not to expect someone or something here in this chamber is at best wholly uninterested in anything but the IPC leaving empty-handed and never coming back. For a brief moment, he scans his surroundings from the corners of his eyes, not able to actually pinpoint anyone just yet as a potential source of trouble, but anyone who catches his glance will certainly feel the warning crawl up their spine: he knows you're there, and he won't stop looking for the likes of you until he has you right where he wants you.
To think at least one of the three players—The king, the prince, and the Sage— doesn't have some kind of backup plan already lurking would be an unacceptable level of arrogance even for the worst of the IPC. Aventurine isn't even close to that level. ]