Governor: The Overseas Aeroplanes of San Laurenz
WA Delegate: None.
Founder: The Overseas Aeroplanes of San Laurenz
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Embassies: Balder.
Bragi contains 3 nations.
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The Highest Poor Incomes in Bragi
The World Census studied the spending power of the poorest 10% of citizens in each nation.
As a region, Bragi is ranked 6,054th in the world for Highest Poor Incomes.
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| 1. | Corrupt Dictatorship | “Il-Gwerra hija Eterna, Kif Inhi l-Vitorja” | ||
| 2. | The Free Land of Bragigard | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Protect Bragi” | |
| 3. | Capitalist Paradise | “When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers” |
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Ichira listened intently and smiled. It was nice, for once, to have negotiations go smoothly. "Of course. I'm more than happy to indicate our provisional agreement on behalf of the Council of Ganwa, with full implementation to come upon the treaty's ratification. I do hope this is the start of a long and wonderful relationship." Extending a hand to his aide next to him, Ichira was given a small, fine-tipped pen, which he used to quickly sign the treaty and its supplement. As he finished the last stroke of the pen, the Takegashiian delegation gently applauded. Standing from his seat, he extended a hand to the Sultan as Takegashiian photographers prepared their cameras. "Here's to a new alliance, and a shared future." |
The Sultan smiled, "Thank you for signing this treaty, may Allah bless us." The Vice-Sultan stepped into the room and shouted, "Bismillah al-Rahman al-Rahim, naqim al-sadaqa baynana kahkam, wa bayn al-buldayn!" Beautiful Quran-reading started blasting out of the Sultan's speakers, every letter spoken with absolute beauty; the Sultan's family came out from the door and celebrated this new ally. The Sultan gently smiled and said, "This was all for you Ichira and call me Sultan Malik al-Bahr." |
Ichira smiled in return and shook the Sultan's hand. "It would be my pleasure." After a night of enjoying the diplomatic festivities and exploring what Dhaki wa Hakim's capital had to offer, Ichira retired to his lodgings and forced himself to remain updated on the affairs going on in Takegashiija. In a sharp contrast to the fun he had had throughout the day, he donned nothing but a grim smile throughout the night. The Council and the National Assembly had hung ratification on the treaty on him giving up some of his own legislative agenda. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, forgetting for a moment that it was filled with mousse; he recoiled and cursed before wiping his hand on his suit pants. He couldn't let everything that they'd done on the trip amount to nothing, but just how far would he give up his own goals? He composed a quick message to the other SPT members of the Council back home and closed his laptop, laying down on his bed. All of that could wait. Tomorrow, he resolved himself to explore the capital and hopefully meet some of the locals. It would help to make a good impression abroad, and he was sure that the camera crews would absolutely eat up some footage of him going to local restaurants and meeting new people. The day after, on the long way back to Takegashiija, he would get all of his domestic affairs in order. He thought for a moment. As soon as he got back, he'd enact some business permitting reforms. That would be easy enough. That night, he dreamed of Dhaki wa Hakim's skies, colored an orange-blue by the setting sun. |
Bragi? RP I guess... |
BRAG ABOUT IT |
/skip_me_this_is_a_OOC_message Why? |
I just remembered this exists |
Almartan Makes it Three It was Friday evening, the sun is on course to descent below the horizon as it dimly illuminates the room. President Marc Eva Patricia sat on his office, tired, beside him are 2 mugs of coffees and a pile of letters brought in from the mailroom still unaddressed. He ought to have his desk clean by the night and opens one envelope, it tore with a sharper crackle than usual. He called for his secretary, Lia to forward the letter into Vice President Gallantino's office. click, click, click, click. A clock, overhang from sets of banners indicates that it is quarter past nine. Secretariat of the Commonwealth, Lucas was the last person to enter the room. Sat between the roundtables are President Marc Eva Patricia, Vice President Gallantino Oscar Hernandez, Secretariat of Foreign Affairs Marco Ilbiza, and Secretariat of the Armed Forces Fernando Palazuelos who have been waiting for a few minutes. 3 months, after multiple rigorous hearings it took the chambers 3 months to determine the decision, with 72% voting in favor. Hundreds of press are waiting on the Presidential Palace Brief Room, Marc Eva Patricia alongside Gallantino, Lucas, Marco, and a delegate of the Alliance of Crainnford. Every single Secretariat delivers their statement. |
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