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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #15 on: January 03, 2016, 09:20:33 pm »
The security personnel arrive at a set of large, wooden double doors, each brandishing elaborate detail in craftsmanship and elaborate design. The guard on the left knocks on the door, the sound of a latch opening is heard on the other side as he pushes it open for the new arrivals. They then step aside for the group to enter, keeping an expressionless facade. Foxtrot pauses for a moment before entering, a sense of hesitation present as he enters the chamber. His torn ear flicks as he looks around the room as the Directors scan him and his group, a sense of tension gripping the air. Yankee appears the most relaxed of them all, pouring himself a round of cognac into a small glass. Lifting it up by hoof, he sips his drink and leans back on his leather seat. "Foxtrot! Haha, it's good to see you. I see you've brought friends; so brings you all here today?" The security detail exit the room, closing the door behind them.
 
Foxtrot pays them no mind, instead keeps his full attention to the other unicorn in the room. "You know damn well why we're here Yankee." He looks over the other Directors with a glare of conviction, "Under the authority of the Royal Crown, you're all under arrest f-"

"Ah yes, all of that." Yankee cuts in. Foxtrot clenches his jaw as he tries to keep his patience in check. "Look Foxtrot, this whole thing is a huge misunderstanding. Now, you've known us for a while, heck even your folks worked with us for some time. I know you're cross with us, but I'll gladly explain the situation to all of you to show our reasons. Like I told everyone sitting around this table, were all adults here; let's talk it out." Yankee levitates the bottle over to the center of the table, "Did you want a drink? This is some good stuff actually, imp-" This time Foxtrot cuts in, lifting his hoof as it glows bright. With a loud pop a blast of magic flies across the room, impacting the bottle and exploding it to pieces. Glass and alcohol flies everywhere, the other Directors getting up from their seats before stopping when Yankee lifts up his hoof to stay them "I get it. You're a bit tense, no drinks then. So... I know you and your buddies are here to arrest us, but I know even more you have questions. So since we're all here, why not ask away?" Yankee looks over to the other members of the group, "If any of you would like a drink? Anyone?"
"You'll always need agents like us. To do things that most cannot."