Chapter 634 - Wakanda (1/2)
Patron shoutout to Demahom @
Patre on.com/fanharem
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The capital of Wakanda was the only sight the group of visitors could see with the aircraft of the hidden country constructed without any windows. Of course, the fact that the aircraft wasn't designed to fulfill civilian desires justified the lack of windows but as Okoye stated, she continued to introduce the nation to the benefactors of the king in a detailed manner, going as far as to even describe the religion of each tribe governing the collective area of the nation together.
The most prominent was the Panther Goddess Bast, a being Nik had read upon in the library supervised by Dr. Strange but hearing the more traditional description of the Panther Goddess, Ape God, Crocodile God, and many more, the group was colored impressed. For a hidden nation, the head of the King's harem was sure to shower the group with knowledge that not many from the outer world knew. But then again, Okoye did keep on addressing Nik and Cindy as their benefactor.
Once again, the aircraft descended vertically as the kickback from the engines roused Anna from her sleep. She had nodded off after Okoye began describing the Rhinoceros God of the nation.
”We have arrived. Outside, the Queen Mother and the King will be waiting for you all. But there is no need to worry about social etiquette. King T'Challa has integrated the customs of the outer world and does not take offense in the lack of needless pleasantries,” Okoye explained and walked out with the backside of the shuttle opening. After a loud sound of pressurized air dispersing, the group could see the landing spot to be some form of the verandah, a large one at that.
Outside the confines of the aircraft, flanked by the equally fiercely dressed members of Dora Milaje, stood three royalties. Foremost stood a young, well-built, dark-skinned man with handsome features, trimmed beard. Behind him stood a middle-aged woman all in white and a white mantle on top of her head. Alongside the woman, with her hands behind her back and her expression laced with boredom stood a young girl, no older than Nik, Cindy, or Anna. At least, this world's Nik.
”Welcome to Wakanda!” the man, most probably the king, stepped forward with Okoye making her way beside him. ”Y-your grace!” Mary stammered, making Nik and Anna realize that aside from sadistic tendencies, Mary had a bit of fanaticism for royalties. After all, royalties were a rarer breed than the most endangered species of this day and age. Similar to Mary, but for different reasons, Albert and Nari bowed lightly, chiming, ”Your grace,” simultaneously.
An accomplished smirk touched Okoye while Coulson walked closer to the King and brought his hand forward, ”It's been a few years,” T'Challa smiled and shook the agent's head firmly.
”Your grace,” Coulson smiled. He had enough people skills to realize that T'Challa was a man who pursued a life out of the bounds of tradition. That's why he studied overseas. That's why he proposed marriage to a foreigner, albeit a failed endeavor it turned out to be. And that is why he favored handshakes over bows.
”And you must be Silk,” T'Challa looked towards Cindy and then turned his gaze to Nik and Anna, his expression fascinated. ”And... Vanish.”
”Kuf!” a stifled giggle attracted everybody's attention as the middle-aged woman glared at the young girl standing beside her.
”What? Vanish is a cool name. But I've seen his footage... it's like calling the Hulk— Green Man.” The girl stated with an accusing tone as Nik, for the first time seriously considered his naming sense. Maybe he was the weird one after all.