Mazarin S Ultimatum

[15:40] <@Minaplo> [Gilles de Orleans rubbed his knees.-
[15:44] <@Minaplo> [He was getting old. That he knew. He tried to stay active, of course, but there were so many steps in the Palais de l'Elysee that it just hurt sometimes.-
[15:45] <@Minaplo> [He had been summoned- yes, summoned was the right word this time- to meet with President Mazarin. An urgent matter. De Orleans could only guess at what that might be. Probably something to do with the Synfront Incident.-
[15:46] <@Minaplo> [Grumbling, he got to his feet and continued on. It wasn't long before he arrived at his destination- the Presidential Office. He was allowed straight in, of course.-
[15:47] <@Minaplo> [President Mazarin was sitting behind his desk, a glass of brandy in his hand. He looked surprisingly happy today. "Gilles! You made good time. Good."-
[15:47] <@Minaplo> ["Mortimer." Said de Orleans, nodding. "Of course I came, you said it was urgent."-
[15:47] <@Minaplo> ["Yes, indeed. Please, please, sit down. Have some brandy."-
[15:48] <@Minaplo> ["Oh, thank you kindly." De Orleans sat down and allowed Mazarin to pour him a glass.-
[16:34] <@Minaplo> [Mazarin leaned back in his chair. "So the reports continue to come in from Africa. Practically every country south of Egypt is ash. There's less than two hundred million people left in the entire continent."-
[17:03] <@Minaplo> ["Yes." Said de Orleans, sipping his brandy. "It's the sort of power an Angel can wield, I suppose. With such ferocity! Metatron is an enemy we can't afford to toy with."-
[17:08] <@Minaplo> ["And yet." Said Mazarin, frowning. "And yet Caine does exactly that."-
[17:08] <@Minaplo> ["Pardon?" Asked de Orleans.-
[17:09] <@Minaplo> ["She's keeping my pilots and my units against their will. She's depriving no less than three branches of Evangelion units and pilots. It's unacceptable. The charges against Zhang are ridiculous, and there -are- no charges against de Pteres and Weiss-Xylander. I want them all extradited to France at the very least."-
[17:11] <@Minaplo> ["I- Well, I mean… I suppose that's true, but-"-
[17:12] <@Minaplo> ["Good, you agree. So I can count on your support on this?" Mazarin handed a folder to de Orleans, who took it with fumbling hands.-
[17:12] <@Minaplo> [De Orlean opened the folder, taking out the first page. He didn't read it, but he noted the signatures at the bottom. He looked up. "Is this a petition?"-
[17:12] <@Minaplo> ["An ultimatum." Said Mazarin.-
[17:15] <@Minaplo> ["If Caine doesn't repatriate the Evangelion units within two weeks, as well as their pilots, then the UN Security Council will have no other choice than to dissolve the Human Instrumentality Committee and disassemble NERV and its subsidiaries and affiliates."-
[17:15] <@Minaplo> [There was a very, very long pause.-
[17:15] <@Minaplo> ["I'm not sure you can actually do that." Said de Orleans, eventually.-
[17:15] <@Minaplo> ["Oh?"-
[17:16] <@Minaplo> ["For one, you'd need the agreement of the Security Council, and-"-
[17:16] <@Minaplo> [Mazarin reached over and tapped the signatures. De Orleans looked down at them.-
[17:16] <@Minaplo> ["… I wasn't aware the United Kingdom had a new acting Prime Minister."-
[17:17] <@Minaplo> ["Oh, yes." Said Mazarin with a smile. "I hear they're doing very well in England right now, actually, all things considered. Enough for the few remaining MPs to come to an agreement. With the help of the Princess of Wales, of course."-
[17:18] <@Minaplo> [De Orleans scratched his chin. "I'm… Not sure they can do that either. Windsor-Yamato, that name rings a bell…"-
[17:18] <@Minaplo> ["His son attended Saint Louis."-
[17:19] <@Minaplo> ["Oh." De Orleans frowned and looked back down at the paper. "… Alright. Linden has never liked the Committee, I can see how you'd get Windsor-Yamato on your side, and the Federation is of course going to do whatever Liu Lin asks. And then there's you, of course, and France."-
[17:19] <@Minaplo> [Mazarin nodded.-
[17:20] <@Minaplo> ["But how did you get the Soviets to agree to this?"-
[17:21] <@Minaplo> [Mazarin gave de Orleans a flat stare.-
[17:22] <@Minaplo> ["… You sold Leningrad's Evas to them." Said de Orleans, suddenly comprehending.-
[17:23] <@Minaplo> [Mazarin smiled a truly cat-like smile.-
[17:24] <@Minaplo> ["I… Well. Very well." de Orleans coughed. "This is rather drastic, I think, but I can't deny your heart isn't in the right place. I'll take this to Caine."-
[17:24] <@Minaplo> ["See that you do." Said Mazarin, smiling ever smugger. "Care for another brandy?"-
[17:24] <@Minaplo> ["No, no, my heart is rather weak right now, I think… I'll just go."-
[17:26] <@Minaplo> [De Orleans rose from his chair, holding the folder. His hands were shaking. "Good day, Mr. President."-
[17:26] <@Minaplo> ["And the same to you, Mr. Councillor."-
[17:27] <@Minaplo> [And so de Orleans left.-
[17:30] <@Minaplo> [Mazarin smiled a little longer, then poured himself another brandy and downed it. "Well, here's to you, Vercingetorix. If I find myself in a bloody ditch within the week I'll know who to blame."]

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