And so it begins.

[Zero]

An office would be first on his list of things to do. Clad in a tuxedo and a raincoat, the would be senator walked towards the rental offices that were for those who would run for the senate. Eating a bagel, and drinking his morning coffee on the way Aseron hoped it would be a bright day. The rain went pitter patter as it came out of the canopy of the sky from those grey clouds. He had come here to rent an office since he would need one. It was on his to do list that had been given him by Ezra Tan, his financial advisor/sponsor. One of the things on his list it seemed was to make sure he got a building for himself that could withstand most problems, and that looked good. Well, the day was never easy. Finishing his bagel and coffee breakfast he formed fire around the remains burning them up so that he would not be littering and continued his walk. Which office should he choose? Which one should he select for himself that would be good enough?

"Now, which office to choose?" He was walking absentmindedly around, trying to find an office for himself that would be good to operate from.

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

Decadea walks out of the Capital building and onto the steps. "Rain...", he puts his trench coat on and picks up his briefcase. "Quite a Session Senator...", an Assemblyman calls out to Alexandere. "Yes, indeed.", he responds as the Assemblyman walks next to him down teh stairs of the Capital and out of the gate past te guard station.

After a little bit of talk, Decadea and the Assemblyman part ways. The rain was still coming down, so he rushed across the street into a local Cafe a few blocks down from the Capital. He sat down and ordered some coffee, and relaxed in the chair along with his guard.

[Zero]

Over to them walked a man clad in a tuxedo and a raincoat. Belted at his waist was a couple of powered knives and a unique set of gloves were on his hands. As he slowly approached where Alexandere was, Aseron the would-be senator walked over to his table. Casting something and waiting a few moments the would be senator in the business attire watched as the rain dispersed, banished from Teffilin by the magic that he had done. At least he wouldn't have to be soaked anymore. Next a simpler spell was done, heating up his garments until the rain was gone from them and they were dry, and then one was used to turn his clothes back to normal. "Hello senator."  Those words were spoken with the utmost respect to Alexandere Decadea."Lovely weather isn't it?"

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

"Hm?", he looks up from his book. "Must've cleared up...", he says as he puts down his book. He picks up his coffee and sips it. "Take a seat, son.". Decadea opens his briefcase for a moment and shuts it.

[Zero]

Taking a seat, the would be senator of the capital region held out his palm. A sphere of light materialized and began to shape form, forming into a meal near him that of a chicken fettucini which he began to eat as he waited. You see, he was expecting a call today. A very important call from one of his sponsors, well at the moment his only sponsor to be exact. His sponsor would also be putting him up in the polls, checking out the opinions of the people of him and seeing about their opinions and report to him.  Now as he ate, he tensed up. He had to admit he was a bit excited, because he was likely to win this election legally or at least he thought so anyway. "So, do you think I stand a chance of winning the election?"

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

"I dont know honestly. The man youre against has had several years experience with politics, and is a great Senator. I've also read that you have no political background. No offices held, no military career, nothing.", he stops and sips his coffee. "In my own opinion, you may lose because of that."

He pulls out a packet of papers from his briefcase which was the file that the Zarethian Hand had on him... Courtesy of Assis. Dir Hermitage. 

[Zero]

"Well I doubt he will win. And even if he does, there is always next year." said Aseron as he finished his meal, getting up as his Galaxy Phone began to ring, the company paying for it was a galactic version of Horizon, which would be similar to Earth's verizon. When it rang he answered, and then said. "Looks like I have to be going. Got to buy the office now. " With that he hastily pocketed his galaxy phone, magicked away the food and ran off to go look for an office.

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

Decadea shrugs. "Odd guy...", he said as he picked up his book again.