NagandEmerald
His Imperial & Royal Majesty, Friedrich IV
- Aug 18, 2018
- 696
@Retroliser
After the recent plenary sitting, Wolfgang was not in the mood to attend a rally of the Nazi Party...but it had to be done; his exhaustion, as immense as it was, would not stand in the way of a Greater Germany, or a potential future in the graces of the Kaiser. This would be the first time since July that he would see the Party; he hoped that it would not be in such a deplorable state, and would have much support behind it. The rally was set to take place outside of the Hamburg City Hall in the Rathausmarkt, and to be led principally by August Stein, the man that would begin a new era in National Socialist Politics. Wolfgang had not yet written out a manifesto, but was planning to write one after this rally so that his ideas could be properly understood by those who were willing to listen.
Arriving in Hamburg close to the time of the rally, Wolfgang was already surprised by the amount of supporters he saw; while many were in simple plainclothes, there were others who openly carried flags of the Wehrmacht and the Nazi Party to the Rathausmarkt. Some wore Brownshirt memorabilia, but if there was one thing that made Shröder happy, it was that the majority were not costumed Untermenschen playing pretend. Many were ordinary people, most of them young and easy to manipulate; however, that still did not stop them from being overshadowed by the dissidents and rabblerousers that he saw amongst the crowd, protesting such a rally and arguing with dedicated National Socialists over ethics and morality. As Shröder made his way through the crowds, people began taking notice of him as an official party member. While most of the attention came from stares made by grouchy dissidents or moderate National Socialists, who were not so comfortable with showing off their national pride, many took notice and either walked up to him to shake his hand, or heil him in salute.
Walking to the stage, he saw August Stein, speaking with two men: a Party member — likely about something that had to do with protecting members of the Party from the angry protesters — and a man who possessed a strong chin, a highly cylindrical head — balding for the most part — and piercing eyes that hid behind glasses — Bürgermeister Peter Tschentscher. As he stepped forwards, the Mayor turned to him, an expression of distrust and anger flashing across his features before he walked over to Shröder.
"Wolfgang," he bluntly greeted, as though he was meeting a friend who had fallen out of his favor.
"Peter, Guten Tag," Wolfgang cheerfully greeted, "I hope today has treated you well?" Peter simply huffed in annoyance, and made a clear warning to Shröder.
"The only reason we allow this rally is because Hamburg has a strong National Socialist movement. Do not make me regret this, Nazi," he warned before stalking off, likely to get police to ensure that the rally was, indeed, peaceful, and would remain as such. Turning to August, Shröder's smile fell a bit and he walked over.
"August," he greeted softly, shaking the man's hand as he did, "It is good to see you again; how has the Party been doing in my absence? I hope that those who stayed are changing for the better?"
After the recent plenary sitting, Wolfgang was not in the mood to attend a rally of the Nazi Party...but it had to be done; his exhaustion, as immense as it was, would not stand in the way of a Greater Germany, or a potential future in the graces of the Kaiser. This would be the first time since July that he would see the Party; he hoped that it would not be in such a deplorable state, and would have much support behind it. The rally was set to take place outside of the Hamburg City Hall in the Rathausmarkt, and to be led principally by August Stein, the man that would begin a new era in National Socialist Politics. Wolfgang had not yet written out a manifesto, but was planning to write one after this rally so that his ideas could be properly understood by those who were willing to listen.
Arriving in Hamburg close to the time of the rally, Wolfgang was already surprised by the amount of supporters he saw; while many were in simple plainclothes, there were others who openly carried flags of the Wehrmacht and the Nazi Party to the Rathausmarkt. Some wore Brownshirt memorabilia, but if there was one thing that made Shröder happy, it was that the majority were not costumed Untermenschen playing pretend. Many were ordinary people, most of them young and easy to manipulate; however, that still did not stop them from being overshadowed by the dissidents and rabblerousers that he saw amongst the crowd, protesting such a rally and arguing with dedicated National Socialists over ethics and morality. As Shröder made his way through the crowds, people began taking notice of him as an official party member. While most of the attention came from stares made by grouchy dissidents or moderate National Socialists, who were not so comfortable with showing off their national pride, many took notice and either walked up to him to shake his hand, or heil him in salute.
Walking to the stage, he saw August Stein, speaking with two men: a Party member — likely about something that had to do with protecting members of the Party from the angry protesters — and a man who possessed a strong chin, a highly cylindrical head — balding for the most part — and piercing eyes that hid behind glasses — Bürgermeister Peter Tschentscher. As he stepped forwards, the Mayor turned to him, an expression of distrust and anger flashing across his features before he walked over to Shröder.
"Wolfgang," he bluntly greeted, as though he was meeting a friend who had fallen out of his favor.
"Peter, Guten Tag," Wolfgang cheerfully greeted, "I hope today has treated you well?" Peter simply huffed in annoyance, and made a clear warning to Shröder.
"The only reason we allow this rally is because Hamburg has a strong National Socialist movement. Do not make me regret this, Nazi," he warned before stalking off, likely to get police to ensure that the rally was, indeed, peaceful, and would remain as such. Turning to August, Shröder's smile fell a bit and he walked over.
"August," he greeted softly, shaking the man's hand as he did, "It is good to see you again; how has the Party been doing in my absence? I hope that those who stayed are changing for the better?"
