The Americans demand Amy back.

King Gene is mesmerized by the events that transpired in Colorado. Granted it was a grisly, gruesome scene, but damn that new witch was smart. And hot as hell too! Naturally, his favorite part was watching Amy's titties bounce every time he replayed the video in slow mo on his smartphone, going uuuup and down, uuuup and down with each step on a pissed off protestor.

Gene was currently in his office, awaiting a call from an American emissary, surely irate about the whole thing. Granted, Gene was slightly envious the woman seemed to have more power than even him, as he would have needed to verbalize the spells out loud each time he would have cast them, were he in Amy's situation. Ultimately, Gene didn't really mind, his main interest in witchcraft was weather control, that's it.

Gene pulled out and opened up his work laptop, pulling up the TPIA's intelligence info on the woman once it finished booting up. Apparently, as soon as she disappeared from the protest, she and two other women arrived at Gene's Hangout next door to the Capitol, and immigrated to the Empire as political refugees. Before that, Amy had converted to Plutonianism essentially the same day of the founding of Plutonianism--

"Wait." Gene thought to himself. He remembered he had been strangely uncomfortable that entire broadcast. Gene now had a confused look on his face.

"Was this woman seriously behind all that?" The King wondered for a few moments, before shrugging and moving on.

Anyways, the woman, Amy O'Rinn, was born in March, 1987, effectively making her a Pisces. Gene took mental note, as he was a Scorpio and his favorite sign was Pisces. Her mother was Shea O'Rinn, who secured a Hollywood gig for about a year before the nuclear shit hit the fan in 2020. Grandmother Brighid Carey O'Rinn was mosy unremarkable, with the exception that she was catfished by a Plutonian succubus, Nicole Underwood, into "dating" none other than Marcie van Wageningen, his mistress' mother. The most disturbing part when Gene got distracted by Marcie's record, she had been underdoing a conditional Early Release and almost immediately violated it trying (and thankfully repeatedly failing) to lure Leokadia to an early doom.

In fact, it would explain why his relartionshp with Leokadia has regularly been on-again off-again, as the woman was a huge prude towards heterosexual relations and kept trying to intervene in Leokadia's life. Gene knew Leokadia was seriously in love with him, and definitely wanted him in her life. Just... Gene didn't know. He wished he could handwave Marcie away, metaphorically speaking, but ultimately it would have been extremely unethical and would have been fuel for his more outspoken critics. Fortunately though, Marcie has finally been caught and sent back to prison as of last week to finish her 30 year term, and that was good enough for him, since Plutonian psychiatry and rehab services have been unable to rehabilitate the woman. Which is pretty rare given the Empire's outstanding mental health services. Right now though, Gene just wanted a small break. His day had been pretty long, and it was almost time to head home to his flat.

At last the landline rang, and sure enough, the American emissary almost immediately launched into a profanity-laden tirade as soon as Gene answered, which lasted about ten minutes. The emissary repeatedly threatened Gene and endlessly tried to **** him to send Amy back, even though she was a full Plutonian citizen now, especially with refugee status. Although Gene didn't plan on saying much to the emissary anyway, he still wanted to remind the Americans that it was technically their fault, since they cracked down on alternative beliefs now that they made the First Amendment essentially worthless.

Gene simply stared at the clock, with a tired expression on his face and blinking his eyes. Slowly. As soon as the clock turned over to 5:00 AM, the King hung up, telling himself the Capitol graveyard staff would take care of the fallout while he slept. For sure he would have to wait until tomorrow to give the Americans a piece of his mind since the emissary wouldn't shut up. If it weren't for the fact that he insisted on sticking with Central Standard Time USA, the Empire's clocks would be saying 10:00 AM instead, as every other place at this longitude was only an hour behind London, England. Gene groaned quietly as he got up, lamenting the serious decline in American diplomatic quality and professionalism ever since Trump somehow won two terms.

Gene went ahead and signed out for the day, and went home, not even trying to push the images of Amy's slowly bouncing tits from the Denver protest yesterday out of his mind. Of course, unbeknownst to him, Amy totally could sense someone was thinking big time about her, just not who.

Yet.