T’Challa shook his head as yet another man tried to argue with Shuri about what she could and couldn’t do. His sister had never been one to listen too well to people when they tried to tell her what she couldn’t do, going out of her way to prove them wrong.<br/><br/>They had made some progress with getting the building itself designed, and construction begun. Plenty of arguing had taken place, but the final plans seemed to please all parties involved, and thus work could actually begin on one of the bigger buildings. The finer details, like interior things, and the technology itself would be left up to Shuri, while the more personal details would be Nakia’s domain.<br/><br/>Chuckling as the man, more flustered than he had been the first few times he had tried this exact thing, finally threw his hands up and walked out, T’Challa placed a hand on Shuri’s shoulder.<br/><br/>“Sister, how do you expect to get anything done when all you do is argue with the Americans?” The king asked, feeling Shuri shove his hand away and storm off muttering something about showing these white boys just what she could do.<br/><br/>Watching her go, T’Challa lifted one of the Kimoyo beads from his wrist and moved to one of the empty rooms. He needed to know what was going on back home, to ensure that things were being handled correctly and without any problems.<br/><br/>As the image of one of the Dora appeared, T’Challa didn’t waste any time getting to the reason for his check in.<br/><br/>“How are things? The council hasn’t tried to tear itself apart yet has it?” The king asked, a faint smile on his face. The light mood soon dropped however at the serious expression on the guard’s face.<br/><br/>“What has happened?” T’Challa asked in all seriousness, preparing himself for what he hoped was the worst.