Dark Spaces in Low Places (Roskana)

[Greywall]

Runan would nod, shifting in his seat with discomfort.

[VoxApocrypha]

They put in the call and after about half an hour of waiting, a car would arrive outside, one man stepping out of it and into the rain. He'd make his way inside, and then after a few moments, enter the room from the main door. He was a Festria, though he had fur more like Apollo's, rather than Adrian or most others. His face was mired in scars, as was a fair bit of his body, and his ear was visibly half-torn off, leaving just a scarred edge that was barely an inch above the scalp.

He was also old. The white on his muzzle, the grey in his hair, and as well the signs of being for Festria, about sixty, were setting in firm.
He walked over to the table, his full eight foot bulk coming to stand next to it, and he took his hands out of his pockets.
"I was about to have dinner with my husband. So I expect you to make this quick." He'd say. "Otherwise I will leave."

He'd lean forwards.
"Why am I here?"

[Greywall]

Runan didn’t seem fazed having dealt with difficulties in the Roskanan political scene before.

“We’re at a crossroads, Roskana needs to make a choice here. Continue the republic, restore the tsardom or we make a government policy of the ultra nationalist. Either way, I don’t think we have an option that’ll make everyone happy. But I worry about our republic not continuing.”

[VoxApocrypha]

"Well then, Runan. You may be happy to know," He said as he would turn to look at them, resting a hand on the table as his one good eye looked down at them. "That I don't intend to remove Republican principles from the government of our country."

[Greywall]

Runan felt some relief, "There's one in my corner on this, so what do we do? Allow me to run as President? What do we do about this Tsarist sentiment?"

[VoxApocrypha]

"The problem for you, with me, I suspect, is that I intend to bring back the position of Tsar, just not as a unopposed head of state." He'd say, as he would sigh, and grabbed a seat, sitting down. "..Could tell I was gonna be here for a bit longer than I wanted, should of just ignored the call."

"I intend to further separate the powers of the executive branch and to effectively turn Roskana into a Constitutional Monarchy. A Tsar, as the head of state in terms of symbolism and some executive power. But nominally what we were aiming to do now is to first, better define the power of the President and Vice President, and to introduce a new position - Premier." He'd say. "Vice President and President would handle the majority of executive duties, but the Premier would handle the day-to-day running of the nation. The Tsar, would be.. well, the Tsar. Royal Family, royal estate, so on - just not bestowed the ability to wage war or given to direct foreign policy."

"As for who would run, I'm running myself, and I could use a vice president, if you wanna jump in on the boat." He said, as he took a cigarette from his coat.

[Greywall]

Runan gritted his teeth, he didn't like the suggestion of a constitutional monarchy nor the continued division of the executive branch, it all sounded like different parties of power trying to grab power. "This sounds like a poor idea, I believe the only option i'm personally left with is to run as President and preserve this Republic."

[VoxApocrypha]

He shrugged his shoulders as he brought the cigarette to his lips, and lit it up, then standing back up not a moment later.
"Run well then." He would turn and leave the room, pulling his hat back up onto his head from the string it hung from around his neck, the door opening, then closing.

Outside, lightning would flash across the sky. The crackle of thunder follows a few moments after.

[Greywall]

The lightning flashed in Runan's eyes, "The game is on then. Thank you for this civil meeting, but I suppose from here. We must let the people decide."