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The Neo Powerian Republic of Dragons of Power | Seto scoffs a little bit, but nods. "You think it should probably be on a bigger scale rather than a local TV?" | |
The Supreme Empire of The Legion of Mankind | "you all could handle that. Im only just a regional leader" | |
The Neo Powerian Republic of Dragons of Power | Seto looks over at Otto, raising an eyebrow in confusion. | |
The Supreme Empire of The Legion of Mankind | Otto sighs. "Me and you can make a statement seto. Fischer can handle the local stuff" | |
The Neo Powerian Republic of Dragons of Power | He nods. "Sounds good to me." Seto looks over at Anika, grabbing her hand as she's still starring off. He kisses her head, then sighs again. | |
The Supreme Empire of The Legion of Mankind | "Well I guess we are done here. We can enact these plans at a later date." A staffer opens the door and directs Seto and Anika out. Otto shakes Setos hand and hugs Anika. | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | Eir wakes up in pain, her ribs still healing. She can hear someone talking in the hallway. Looking at the clock, it reads 0239, not even 3 yet. She sighs, trying to go back to sleep. Minutes feel like hours, looking back, the clock now reads 0241, and the talking continues. Painfully, she gets up, slipping on a shirt over the wraps compressing her ribs in place. Opening the door, she sees Yuri on the phone "I know, I miss you too, but we both know I can't just go over there because you want me to sti-" he notices Eir "Hold on, gimme a second" Yuri moves the phone from his ear, instinctively lowering the volume as he does it. "Eir, you're up late" "It's just not fair, he knows about us, he just wants to spite me because of it" Ivan says, pouting | |
The Republic of Furbish Regional Garrison XXX | alive chat | |
The Band of Marillion | The battle has ended, the living are counting the dead and it is bad on all sides. A week has passed as we retrun to this seen V: "Oh, I'm s-sorry I did- didn't know anyone els-e was in here" L: "I-it-it's fine, sit or do whatever, it doesn't matter anymore" an akward silnce emerges as the voice is heard sitting in one of the chairs behind Lion. Minietes pass in silince both figures it there in sileince untill V: "I take it she was someone imporant to you?" L: "You, have no id-idea" Lion's words are parsed with tears that she seemingly can't control. The voice stands up and lion sees an arm come into view. Lion spins around reaching for where her sword should be and seesthe figure is an old freind, Aura. The two reach for an embrase knowing what will happen next in there homeland --- In the town hall that was to hold the meeting Isis sits at the front of a long table, clearly stresed under current conditions, avisodors and allies sit at the table talk is frantic and nather side really seems to have anypoint in discuessingwith each other after the events eariler this week. Zeta and Odin stand gaurd both to stone faced and full of fear to talk to each other. Quetz is overlooking a tack of papers laid out in front of him ingorieng the meeting entrily much to the ire of the whole crowd. --- In a cell in a nearby prison Lyra sits chainedwhille a werid figrue wacthes over her. His fetures long and distorted. The figure speaks X: "You know, if you tell me the info, i'd let you go" L: "no- n-n-no! I- CXR-091!" As the that last cryptic phrase leaves her mouh she limps over going uncoiunoius. X promtly leaves. A smile showing on there oddly distorted face. He taps his neck twice and the distrotion ends, shwoing him for what he truly is, Former Grand Warlord of the Grand Warlord Impierum, Jack Sarith J: "This is Oppertive X of the Makastan Underground Army, location of target has been confirmed. Patching though the info now" He taps his neck agian seemingly ending the call with whoever was on the other end, before schulking off into the world around --- Makastan Miltary Hostptal, The Eckheart Center. Doctors and surguns are working around the clock to keep Rose in a stable conditons. Her wounds are deep and simply arn't healing right leaveing her in a bad state. She's been stablazied for now but that seems like it can change at anymoment. The cheif medical officer of the center is on call with Hoszt about the situion, despratly trying to apease the all powerful's running emotions H: "I DONT CARE HOW GRIMM THE SITUION IS! YOU HAVE YOUR ORDER NOW FIX HER!" Doc: "Th-that doesnt seem possible sir! She-" H: "YOU HAVE YOUR ORDERS, he breaths in , I needn't remind you what happens to failures. Find a way" The call sundely ends the doctor looks uterly horrified. He scours of the documents on his laptop before one article cacthes his eye. He sighs whne he sees where it was published though, but an idea coems to his mind as he writes up a procucure report and marks it to be sent to the Makastan Head of Forgin affairs. --- Osiris sits in his cell, dark and alone simple there being alone and seemingly happy as can be. That is untill a knock happens at the door. And a gurd speaks G: "HEY THERE "EMBLAZENED" SON, YOUR DAD WANTS A CHAT!" Osiris smriks at the notion knowing the next step | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | The DBIS Conference room is quiet, a meeting had just been dismissed, but a few stay behind. The DBIS Director, Aleksandre Petrenko still sits at the head of the table, looking at some files. His nephew Ivan sits silently in his own seat, as an old man in a white lab coat silently stands, looking at the Director. "So Doctor, tell me, what is your plan to be rid of the Xavi issue we find ourselves in?" "Well, what do you want? Out with it." | |
The Supreme Empire of The Legion of Mankind | RP cont. soon | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | Prime Minister Ivan Novak of Kresimir approached the grand entrance of the stately DeltaSource palace with a sense of dread. He was no stranger to political events, but he was certainly unfamiliar with the level of ceremony and extravagance that awaited him. The palace was a stately affair, adorned with grand columns, gilded statues, and exotic plants from around the world. As he ascended the steps, he could feel the eyes of the guards watching him. He paused at the top of the stairs, taking a deep breath before entering the building. As he stepped through the ornate double doors, he was greeted with a chorus of cheers and applause. The room was full of people dressed in finely tailored suits and lavish gowns, all of them raising their glasses in a toast to the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister smiled and nodded to the crowd, taking in the unexpected welcome. He could feel the electricity in the air as he glanced around the room, taking note of the powerful figures in attendance. The Emperor sits further in, but stands when he sees him. He walks towards the Prime minister. At the head of the table sits the Emperor, and behind him Adrian stands as imposing as ever. To his left sits Ivan and his right an advisor. A few other governors and military generals sit at the table as well. The Emperor motions for the Kresimirian deligation to take their seats. As they sit, the Emperor speaks "I'm sure you're all aware of why we are here, Kresimir and DeltaSource have had many skirmishes in the past, but this is our chance to make amends and forge a relationship that can be beneficial to both countries. Let us start with discussing the tariffs and quotas of certain goods." The Emperor and the Kresimirian delegates discussed trade deals for a while, but eventually their conversation shifted to military relations between DeltaSource and Kresimir. The Emperor proposed placing a Deltan Military base in Kresimir, which would serve as an outpost for military operations in the region. Prime Minister Novak objected vehemently, pointing out that it could be seen as an aggressive move from DeltaSource and spark tensions between the two nations. Ivan put forward his own counter-argument, noting that having a strong military presence in the area would be beneficial for both nations by providing greater security against external threats such as piracy or terrorism. Despite Ivan's argument, however, the Prime Minister remained unconvinced and refused to accept the proposal of a Deltan military base in Kresimir. Ivan notices Prime Minister Novak, and turns to the woman on his right. She laughs and sets her empty glass down, waiving for the bartender. He fills another glass for her before moving to serve the Prime Minister. The woman got up, and walked over to the Prime Minister. The way she walked exuded confidence, she knew what she wanted, and what she was doing. Sitting down next to him as he finished his drink, she ordered him another. The next morning, the Prime Minister woke up with a raging headache. Nothing else in his life seemed to ever compare to the pain he was in now. He couldn't even register that he was alone now, no one else was in the room. Not even a sign, or a loose sock to indicate that anyone else had been in the room with him last night. As he made his way to the conference room, he noticed how quiet the halls of the palace were, a stark contrast to the night before. Entering, he sees only Ivan and another DBIS agent sitting at the table. His entourage and the Deltan delegation are completely absent. | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | For reference, the other DBIS agent's name is Abram Gusev, and he gets a name because he connects to another character who will be making more appearances (he has 1 rn, but is going to be made important) | |
The Band of Marillion | Osiris keeps to himself in the cell. Hours pass before a gaurd comes by opens the door and drags him out. Osiris sits there refuseing to walk and as such is dragged into an itrogation room. Glass separtes the figure on the other side. Osiris is tossed into the chair, his hands cuffed toghter. The once proud noble presdent now is looks as if he been through hell, however dispite his injuries he keeps up his smile. On the other side of the glass is a robot, one with treads and a skinny body, with a screen showing a view to dark wood framed room in whcith sits Presadent Hoszt Enstin. Next to the robot stands Lilith of presdent's gaurd. Hoszt put on a freindly, almost fatherly face, and begins to speak H: "SON! Welcome home! We've been awaiting you- O: Cut it, what's it you want? H: Can a father not want a chat with his beloved only son? O: Not when that father is a monster who threw away any semblance of humanity that they once had! H: Pericles, dear please! I don't know what has come over you is it that, thing yo- O: DONT CALL HER A THING AND DONT CALL ME THAT SICK NAME YOU MONSTER! Lilith seemingly stirs at that moment barly moving as they speak L: Target acquired, permission to- H: Denied, it seems your brother still can't get a grip of his emotions under proper control. Now back to the topic at hand son. I'll make my demands simple. Give up. If you want those, misfits, to live give up your temper tamptrume. O: And if I refuse? H: sighs, Would be unfornate, but if you fail to come back to where you belong, then I will make sure to destory anything you have ever loved or will love. Fair trade it sounds like to me. O: A flase threat, you're in a corner, you've shown you hand and have nothing left H: Au contraire, Pericles I do have somthing to back it up, Lilith dearist could you fetch the princess L: Understood. Litlth touchs the wall and mutters something before Victora falls out seemingly unchanged from the battle still in a state of shock. Lilith then shoves her back into the wall O: N-n-no WHAT HAVE YOU- H: Queit, I'll send you back to your room now to think about what's happening here. The Gaurd that brought Osiris in drags him back and locks him in his cell. The smile he wore so confedntly has now faded, but he mubles something to himself O: I hope this plan works | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | Eir sits silently in her seat on the chopper. As they approach their destination Yuri stands up. The train reaches its destination, a large military base in the heart of the Makastan Republic. As it slows down to a halt, it explodes in a fiery ball of glory, killing over 30 soldiers and wounding even more. | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | Sam sits, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. How long its been since his capture is beyond him. If he had to guess, he'd say its been about two hours, but time feels so much longer when your fully conscious, paralyzed, and contemplating the revelation that your girlfriend isn't a communist puppet anymore. Hearing the door creak open, he looks up to face the noise instinctively. he hears a chuckle "Looking up won't help you see" A man's voice, he heard it on the helicopter, sounds like the commanding officer of that mission, the one that wanted to kill him and be done with it. He hears a shuffle, and then footsteps. He can sense someone next to him. His blindfold is removed suddenly, the light of the room blinding him, as his eyes adjust, he can feel the restraints around his hands loosen. Eir, it was Eir who loosened them. "Hey Sam...." Eir looks sheepishly at him "Sorry about...all this. Yuri didn't even want this, took a decent bit of bargaining to convince him to keep you around." Sam looks over at the other man in the room, his face smug as he leans against the doorway. He wears a simple outfit, but his scarf gives away his real loyalties, the emblem of the Deltan Empire proudly displayed upon it. Sam looks back at Eir "I take it he's Yuri?" Eir nods, "Yeah, that's Yuri." She sighs "I know, neither of us are fans of the Emperor, but, Yuri's only been helpful to us, he got me deprogrammed, I'm no longer Ronin's bitch. You have to hear me out on this, ok?" Sam takes a deep breath, his mind racing with a mix of fear, confusion, and a glimmer of hope. Eir's words resonate with him, even though the truth she presents is difficult to accept. He knows he needs to hear her out, to understand the full extent of what has happened and why. With a nod, he urges Eir to continue. "Alright," he says, his voice filled with apprehension. "I'm listening." Eir lowers her gaze momentarily before meeting Sam's eyes again. "Sam, there's so much you don't know," she begins, her voice trembling. "It's not just the MCSB and Ronin who we have to worry about anymore, it's Osiris and his republic." "You've gotta be-" Eir puts a finger to his mouth to stop him "Please, just listen." Sam begrudgingly obliges. "I know you joined them, but their entire front is a lie, there's no good in this war at all. Neither side wants a peaceful and free Makasta. Hoszt wants to imprison us all, Osiris wants to destroy all law and order. His plan is to spread anarchy not only within the borders of Makasta but beyond, to destabilize neighboring nations and plunge the entire region into chaos. It's a power play, Sam, and we're caught in the middle of it." Sam's mind races as Eir's words sink in. "But why? Why would Osiris want to spread anarchy?" Sam asks, his voice laced with confusion and disbelief. Eir takes a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "Osiris believes that through chaos, true freedom can emerge. He sees institutions like governments and laws as oppressive forces that stifle individuality and creativity. In his twisted ideology, anarchy is the path to enlightenment." Sam's heart sinks as he contemplates the consequences of Osiris' grand plan. The innocent lives that will be lost, the families. "So this is the plan? Team up with another oppressive government to stop these two?" "No, the plan is to destroy both of the Makastan power players and let you decide how to lead" Yuri interrupts. "The only catch is a strong trade partnership with the Deltan empire." "So your Emperor is willing to go through all this effort to destroy the current Makastan state for some trading?" "Something like that." Sam doesn't like it, there's gotta be something more, but what other option does he have other than to accept Yuri's offer? | |
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The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | As Ivan strolled towards their usual meeting spot, a little café hidden in a narrow alley, his heart was bursting with joy and love. He had been in a relationship with Yuri for three years now, meeting in secret every chance they got. As he entered the café, his eyes eagerly searched the room until they locked onto Yuri's figure in the corner. A knowing smile was exchanged before Ivan made his way over to the table. Seeing Yuri's sharp features and mischievous gaze brought a rush of affection and longing. They sat across from each other, their hands intertwined under the table as they exchanged excited grins. In a country where their love was forbidden, every moment together felt like stolen time, but it only made their connection stronger. "So my prince," Yuri's voice cut through the electrified air. "After all that time in Makasta, it feels amazing to finally be able to hold you again." Ivan couldn't help but blush at Yuri's loving words. Three years ago, he could never have imagined that their online conversations would lead to this - a clandestine life filled with passionate embraces and whispered declarations. But as he gazed into Yuri's eyes, he knew that everything they had been through was worth it for this moment of pure blissful happiness. With trembling hands, Yuri opened the box, revealing a delicate silver ring adorned with intricate engravings. It glimmered under the soft glow of the café's dim lights, casting a magical aura around them. Ivan's breath caught in his throat, unable to form words. "Will you marry me?" Yuri's voice was filled with vulnerability and unwavering devotion. The question reverberated through the depths of Ivan's soul, awakening a surge of emotions he thought could never be contained within a single moment. Before he could respond, the waitress arrived, causing Ivan to abruptly sit up and comment "I'm sure she'll love it, you know her best". The words slipped out of Ivan's mouth before he could stop them, a reflex born out of years of secrecy and the constant fear of being discovered. He immediately regretted his response. Yuri closed the velvet box gently, his hands trembling ever so slightly. The magic that had filled the air moments ago dissipated like smoke, leaving behind a heaviness that weighed down on Ivan's heart. He reached out to touch Yuri's hand, to somehow convey his love and regret in that simple touch. "I'm sorry, Yuri," Ivan whispered, his voice barely audible above the buzz of the café. "I-" "Shh, I know, you said what you had to, it's ok." "I wish we didn't have to hide our love," Ivan confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I hate that we have to pretend." Yuri squeezes his hand "I know." As the waitress returns with their coffee, Yuri gently releases Ivan's hand from under the table, and slowly brings it back above the table. Ivan shuffles in his seat, sitting up slightly. The waitress doesn't seem to notice their behavior, she seems preoccupied with staying awake. Ivan couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment as their moment was interrupted, but he knew that they needed to be cautious. The secrecy of their relationship had become second nature to them, a dance they performed together. They had learned to suppress their affection in public, always aware of the prying eyes and the consequences that could follow. Yuri's gaze never wavered as he searched Ivan's eyes for understanding. "I know it's not easy," he said gently. "But we have each other, and that's what matters most." They sip their coffee in silence, sharing glances with one another. The waitress returns, finally breaking the silence, asking if they would like anything else. Ivan shakes his head, unable to form words as he tries to process the weight of the moment that just passed between them. With a polite smile, the waitress retreats to another table, leaving Yuri and Ivan alone once again. The air around them feels heavy with unspoken questions and unfulfilled desires. Ivan takes a deep breath, gathering his courage before finally speaking. "We should go" "What did you have in mind?" Ivan looked out of the café window, his eyes scanning the bustling street beyond. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm golden glow that illuminated the city in a soft, ethereal light. He couldn't help but be drawn to the beauty of the world outside, to the vibrant colors and the sounds of life intertwining in harmony. "Let's take a walk," Ivan suggested, turning his gaze back to Yuri. "See where we end up." Yuri nodded, a gentle smile gracing his lips. The air outside was cold, freezing on their lips. As they walked through the city, they end up in further corners, out of the public eye. Ivan slips his arm under Yuri's and leans into him. Yuri smiles and tightens his grip. Eventually, they make their way to Yuri's car. Opening the door for Ivan, Yuri gets in shortly afterwards. Driving back to Ivan's house, Ivan reaches to the radio and swaps through a few stations before turning it off again. "Nothing you like huh?" Ivan shakes his head. "Listen.. back at the cafe" "Hey, it's fine, I get it, we both need to be careful" "No...it's not that." "Well, what is it then?" "I wanted to say yes" Yuri smiles and pulls over. "What are you-" "I believe this belongs to you then, my little prince" he leans in and kisses Ivan, who begins to blush before returning the gesture. Yuri pulls back onto the road and finishes the drive to Ivan's house. After they get into the house, Ivan grabs Yuri and pulls him against himself. "Hold me." As they kiss, Ivan backs up into a wall. Seeing his chance, he wraps his legs around Yuri, forcing the bigger man to hold him up. Yuri slips one hand down below Ivan's waist, carefully removing his pants. Ivan loosens his legs, letting them slide off onto the floor. As they continue, Ivan undoes Yuri's belt, his pants soon follow. The night goes goes on, and their clothes litter Ivan's normally clean house. Ivan sighs and lies flat on Yuri, his face just below Yuri's head. "We need to clean up" | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | 9 Years Ago BANG The officers had hardly made it to the elevator when they heard the gunshot. They looked at each other before running back to Sebastian's office. The door was still unlocked. When they opened it, they were greeted to his body, slumped over his desk, small pieces of his brain littering the now bloodstained carpet. | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | "9 years ago Sebastian Marvelo took his own life, cementing his name in the eyes of the public as the one responsible for the disappearance of 19 children and 5 of his own employees, but was he really that monster? His lawyer released the transcript of their last phone call, as well as the recording. I'll leave a link to it on the main page so you can listen to it in its entirety, but I wanna draw attention to these lines. | |
The Band of Marillion | The RoM vice presdent, Voilet Samusia more commonly known as agent Isis, sits at a podium whille a priest reads off the names of those killed in the attack P:"-John Vergil, Maxwell Zecherman, and Hanna Zecherman. Lest we forget these names of the fallen. Amen" She sighs quietly at the end of the speech and walks over to take to the stand herself V: "My fellow Makastans it is sad to say that it is rare in these times that we address such actions. these horrid attacks on our civvlians carried out by that monster in Deeka. That beast whicth we call 'Hoszt'. However I say no more! With out a doubt these are truly some of the darkest days in the repbulic's history. With the attack on Molhola just recently, the impresement of president Pericles, and the attacks on our allies leaders! No more I say! Hoszt will be made to pay for these actions and he WILL be brought to JUSTICE!" The crowd cheers as Voielt glances over at the priest who gives a small nod of apporval before she heads off stage ----- a fey days after this speech a short press confreince is held confriming the attacking for the Hoszten side of the nation and confirming it was there action. afterwards Hoszt starts a private call with several heads of MCSB: Luna, cheif director of the MCSB program, Ryia, MCSB-000's leader, and Firebrand, the Aceops leader H: WHAT THE EVERLASTING HELL WAS THAT? I DONT 'RECALL' SIGNING OFF ON THIS MISSION DO WE HAVE A ROUGE AGENT OR WHAT! I DEMAND AWENSERS! Hoszt's outburst shoocks the group who are used to his normal calm and calculacteing demonour. Luna "speaks" first with her signs L: All teams are accounted for with all leaders in the doployment zone locating any rouge elements R: all hidden hope agents in the area have also come in wih the same responce H: then SOMEONE is clearly lieing, I want a FULL inspection of EACH team of the days of and before the inncadent. I needn't mention the risk posed by having someone, "diffreint" in our ranks now shall I? F: I'll start my investgation soon enough assumign the others here wish to help H: Good, get this whle situiton delt with and find this traitor! | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | On a small outpost near the Communist/Republic border, a few men played cards. Yuri sits comfortably in his seat. He wasn't looking forward to being back in Makasta, but orders are orders. At least he got to propose to Ivan before he was called back. Were those rebels in such bad discipline that they needed him again? He closes his eyes and sighs, at least it wouldn't be too long, he only had to be there about a month. "Shortly after the Vice President's announcement, the Republic of Makasta has shot down a civilian airliner. It appears there is not yet an official response as the base commander refused to speak with us on the topic. Could this be retaliation for the MCSB attack? If so, why target civilians? Can we really trust the new Makastan leaders if when they reach out in judgement, the innocent are killed as well as the guilty?" | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | Eir sits in the safe house, idly carving into the table with her knife. They were told that Yuri would be returning but its been an hour. Sam is almost asleep, kept awake by coffee and the occasional shock from Eir. Eir sighs, bored, but not wanting to leave and look unreliable. She turns on the TV and sees the story. Sam sits up in his chair | |
The Galactic Empire of DeltaSource | "We gather today to honor the memory of a man we held dear to us, and one that was taken far too soon. He gave his all for his country and family. He leaves behind an indelible mark on our hearts and the history of our great nation. He-" | |
The Band of Marillion | Anthor press confernce in New Makasta Held by Hoszt. H: AN ATTACK ON OUR NATION, OUR CITZENS IS, UNSPEAKABLE! WE ARE A NATION OF LAWS, THE "FREEDOM FIGHTERS" OF THE UNDERGROUND ARMY HVE SHOVE THEIR BELOVED MASK TO THE SIDE. THEY ARE MERELY ANTHOR GROUP OF TRAITORS THAT MUST BE DELT WITH. GLORY TO MAKASTA! GLORY TO OUR GREAT STATE! The state press is clealry excited to hear this and begin to write it out for there stories as the transmission cuts out and a secerty takes over for any questions remaining ------- Voilet is stressed ut of her mind first the attack on the train and now aparently she ordered a attack on a civvilain airliner. Quetz assures her that there is no way any loyal soilder did it but all the evedence points to it being done by the RoM. This and the consent murmerings of the plurben diplomats that they might have to end the allaince over these attack has compiled to a near breaking point. However Voilet is still the vice presdent and goes onto the stage to give the prepared statement V: I-I come to speak to you all today about the rece-nt attack on a airline, supposdly carried out by-by She begins to tear up, our forces. I am here to infor-m you that, that, that, after a the beginigns of a investgatin we b-b-b-belive that rouge elements, extermist of the Braven Indpe-pen-pendence movemenet are respobile for this-this-this attack." She tries to leave the stage but trips and fully breaks down into tears. Odin and Quetz come over and pick her up moveing her off stage. Qeuz quickly takes over awensering questions to the gathered press. Voilet is escorted to her office by Odin and lockes herself in. In this misery she wonders what osiris would have done and if she is making the right dession ------- Osiris sits in his cell before a jounty knock is herd at the door, from the otherside bathed in blidning light is Hoszt who looks down at his chained son H: You can make this end whenever you want. Just surrender to me, to your destey. It pains me as a father to see you in this state. Osris uses every unce of his strenght to spit onto hoszt missing him enetrly but still shwoing his defeince H: Sighs Maybe a few years in this cell will teach you some respect for your father my son. Why couldn't you have been more like your sister Lilith,- O: Someone without emotion, nothing more than a andorid? I think I'll keep my hummanity "father" H: its rude to disrespect your father, enjoy your stay here Hoszt exists and slams the door behind him. Osiris mubles to himsef something |