Tallahassee News Station wrote:The World Capitalist Confederation wrote:Taylor began to suit up, ready to begin debating. Of course, the debate wasn't for a few days, but the more prepared the better. He began to read up on books regarding debate, and memorised logical fallacies almost to the word. He knew from the twitter war he couldn't win without unleashing the dogs of war, and so he sharpened his blade.
After some reading, he was ready to board the plane, arriving just in time for the appointment. He continued his reading on the plane, spending every single waking and sleeping moment preparing for it. He was about to prove the world he wasn't just some big ego with big plans but with no will or strength to enforce them.
After arriving in Boston, he drove to Stevenson's office, as they agreed upon. He knocked on the door, waiting for a response.
"This is Martin Taylor, Representative of the 9th District of Washington."
Kristen was back at her office in Nantucket after some DMs sorted out some confusion about meeting and was still trying to figure out how this had all happened so fast. She had been biting her nails about whether to be risky and criticize a Reed cabinet member and then she was suddenly going fast and furious in a twitter war and laying out a few good zingers in her opinion. Now she was at the point of organizing the debate that she had made a thing herself, and even though she didn't regret that she was still feeling nervous about it. She could handle some crazy radical on a debate stage right? It would be like easy mode or at least it should be, but she wasn't assuring herself. She had been reading over his speech a few times and getting more and more disturbed by it for basic prep along with doing some Binging of his wikipedia article and any other info, but didn't know what her strategy was going to be until they made arrangements.
It probably wasn't justified but she was feeling a little physically nervous too. She had originally wanted the meeting to be in D.C. because of the close quarters partially and she didn't prefer the context at home even though she obviously preferred the environment. Taylor had sounded crazy enough during the speech and aggressive enough on twitter that she didn't know what to expect, so she was keeping pepper spray light in a pocket instead of her purse in a not very comfortable pair of pants and had an almost full staff working.
But he was here now though on a hot but beautiful summer day and she got the door herself. "Come in Representative" she welcomed him, a little stiff and formal.
"Thank you, representative." Martin replied, looking for a nearby seat. He had a large smirk on his face, one which represented his smug superiority and his narcissism well. His eyes bore on her like a hyena upon its prey, as his usual self-confident self saw the debate in such a manner. HIs demeanor was like that of a murderer or a hunter. To the weak-minded, it was intimidating and it was fierce. He was very much a haughty man, as she could clearly tell.
He found a chair and had asked the representative: "Excuse me, am I able to sit there, if you don't mind?"