Make Eorzea Great Again. Otto Vann.
(MEGA VANN)
The crowd is small. At most, maybe, 150 people decided to show up for this. For weeks flyers have hinted that he was going to make a return to politics in Ul’Dah. Not content with retirement and simply running his empire of business, he was fed up with poor leadership they hinted. His name alone drew the tiny crowd, packed into Platinum Mirrage with a plain stage holding a simple white sign in red-pink letters “O.V.†on the front of it.
Then, the room quieted and the crush of murmurs that filled the room with a buzzing white-noise stopped. Otto Vann took the stage with a host of women leading him. His two wives, Phayte the strikingly blue skinned and white haired Keeper woman and Laille the tall pale Elezen goddess with dark red and black hair, walked up to the stage linked in arms. After them, Ridley, a short hyur midlands woman with blonde hair and fair features, then finally the man himself. He stood there, in his pastel pink suit and red socks, shoes, gloves, tie - and folded his hands to rest in front of his abdomen while looking over the crowd with the occasional nod but mostly just looking forward. His beard, impeccably trimmed, his bald-head, impressively bald.
This lingered for a few moments until Ridley turned to Otto and gave him a brief smile before walking up to the podium and cleared her throat. She pulled a small sheet of roughly handled paper from her pocket, and laid it flat against the podium.
“Good evening everyone. Esteemed friends of the Vann family, curious onlookers, press, and others. Today, this marks a new day. My dad, my employer, my friend Otto, is fed up. Trust me we all hear about it back at our estate. Too much maybe.
“He’s fed up with Ul’Dah. To him, the City is a joke now. Like how he adopted me, this City, this great City adopted Otto when he sold everything of his past life and came here. He came here to build, to create, to live and prosper. He came here to succeed, and he has hasn’t he? Half of you are here today because you cling to his coattails to feel important since his name carries so much weight. That seems like success to me.â€
Ridley shifted on stage, switching the balance on her legs and leaning to the other side now, taking in a deep breath and she righted her nerves and pressed onward.
“He’s here, his family is here, to support him in this moment. We need someone who is far far more than just talk. Has anyone ever heard of this man backing down from a challenge of any kind, for any reason? I sit here, speaking now, to support him because of how gracious and kind he has been to me personally. I was indeed an orphan as I alluded to earlier, and employers constantly tossed me aside because I was a bit odd. But not him. He took me in without hesitating, and put me to work. He never once tried to touch me improperly, never once even thought of exploiting me, he just gave me a chance and helped me grow.â€
“I’ve known him for almost three years now. I’ve grown into womanhood and he’s been there every step of the way as a friend, mentor, and more. He offered to adopt me as his legal child even though I was a 19 year old orphan as the ultimate way to help me achieve more, to ensure I had a bright future and inheritance to help me along should fate be cruel to him. He did this without me asking, he did this out of love, he did it out of being caring. He wanted to lift me up and make me great, and he has.â€
“Ul’Dah needs men like him, leaders and not talkers. To lift this awful City into something great again. Thank you for listening, I won’t take more of his stage time. Twelve knows he loves it.â€
(MEGA VANN)
The crowd is small. At most, maybe, 150 people decided to show up for this. For weeks flyers have hinted that he was going to make a return to politics in Ul’Dah. Not content with retirement and simply running his empire of business, he was fed up with poor leadership they hinted. His name alone drew the tiny crowd, packed into Platinum Mirrage with a plain stage holding a simple white sign in red-pink letters “O.V.†on the front of it.
Then, the room quieted and the crush of murmurs that filled the room with a buzzing white-noise stopped. Otto Vann took the stage with a host of women leading him. His two wives, Phayte the strikingly blue skinned and white haired Keeper woman and Laille the tall pale Elezen goddess with dark red and black hair, walked up to the stage linked in arms. After them, Ridley, a short hyur midlands woman with blonde hair and fair features, then finally the man himself. He stood there, in his pastel pink suit and red socks, shoes, gloves, tie - and folded his hands to rest in front of his abdomen while looking over the crowd with the occasional nod but mostly just looking forward. His beard, impeccably trimmed, his bald-head, impressively bald.
This lingered for a few moments until Ridley turned to Otto and gave him a brief smile before walking up to the podium and cleared her throat. She pulled a small sheet of roughly handled paper from her pocket, and laid it flat against the podium.
“Good evening everyone. Esteemed friends of the Vann family, curious onlookers, press, and others. Today, this marks a new day. My dad, my employer, my friend Otto, is fed up. Trust me we all hear about it back at our estate. Too much maybe.
“He’s fed up with Ul’Dah. To him, the City is a joke now. Like how he adopted me, this City, this great City adopted Otto when he sold everything of his past life and came here. He came here to build, to create, to live and prosper. He came here to succeed, and he has hasn’t he? Half of you are here today because you cling to his coattails to feel important since his name carries so much weight. That seems like success to me.â€
Ridley shifted on stage, switching the balance on her legs and leaning to the other side now, taking in a deep breath and she righted her nerves and pressed onward.
“He’s here, his family is here, to support him in this moment. We need someone who is far far more than just talk. Has anyone ever heard of this man backing down from a challenge of any kind, for any reason? I sit here, speaking now, to support him because of how gracious and kind he has been to me personally. I was indeed an orphan as I alluded to earlier, and employers constantly tossed me aside because I was a bit odd. But not him. He took me in without hesitating, and put me to work. He never once tried to touch me improperly, never once even thought of exploiting me, he just gave me a chance and helped me grow.â€
“I’ve known him for almost three years now. I’ve grown into womanhood and he’s been there every step of the way as a friend, mentor, and more. He offered to adopt me as his legal child even though I was a 19 year old orphan as the ultimate way to help me achieve more, to ensure I had a bright future and inheritance to help me along should fate be cruel to him. He did this without me asking, he did this out of love, he did it out of being caring. He wanted to lift me up and make me great, and he has.â€
“Ul’Dah needs men like him, leaders and not talkers. To lift this awful City into something great again. Thank you for listening, I won’t take more of his stage time. Twelve knows he loves it.â€
