Witta nodded. "For now, yes. I see no option but to wait."
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"Ah...hmm...well, our child shall be one way, but as I said that will have to wait until we have conquered everything. We could have a wedding, and have the world in chains as our audience..."
Iblion pursed his lips. He raised an eyebrow. "I was thinking quite seductive...but...if you want me to make the outfit...i just thought we were equals; I only made Witta's attire because she was below me..."
Witta shrugged. "I always carry a book with me to pass the time. I'm currently reading one on hiding and finding magic."
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"Ah, yes, we are equals, but the difference is that I am asking you. This won't be the norm, but a rare occasion. I have little knowledge or experience in matters of seduction. Though I am curious, is there a special reason you want me to dress seductively?"
Kansas nods. “Ah, a fellow introvert in an extrovert’s world. I see.” He looks up thoughtfully. “Well, we can start slow, take it easy.”
Lucas shrugs. “I’m not sure what the sickness was, or what the healing magic was either. Just that all of his descendants ended up with the pink hair.”
Connie raises a brow. “Really? Kansas is pretty far behind most other Augustan countries in terms of technology. But, hey, to each their own, I guess.”
"I...can't. The knowledge is considered protected. Sorry."
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Delegata tilted her head. "I generally don't see a reason to try to impress those below me. Why should I lower myself to such a level? And are there not stronger offerings to give to people to make them loyal to us? We can offer power and wealth, survival, and if they do seek baser, sexual desires, then can we not provide your attractive demons and perhaps the Desires I created?"
"Oh, okay. It is still curious though. Do you know who did the magic? Perhaps where they were from?"
"Oh believe me when i tell you...where i come from it might as well be a technological dark age in comparrison to this."
Alena nodded. "Very well...i shall sit over there and relax as i wait for my strenght to return, then i'll get back to work."
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Iblion seemed slightly confused, but shrugged. "Fair enough, if you do not wish to put on a good show for the little people, go ahead; however, soft power and passive persuasion does have it's merits."
Luca shrugs. “Well, Kansas was pretty strictly isolationist at that time so they were probably Kansan, though I suppose it’s possible they could’ve been from somewhere else if they were desperate enough to smuggle in an outsider.”
Macy looks at Thomas again. “What does he want now?”
“Okay, so...” Noelle looks at Kara for a moment. “Do you want to just start from the beginning of the movie then?”
Kiralyn smiles back at her. “Yeah, you did. I’m still not sure why but I’m not complaining.”
Carissa shakes her head. “She tried to tell me I can’t go. Like she can tell me what to do.”
Connie tilts her head. “Where are you from? It sounds like a pretty interesting place.”
“As you said Ms. Graham...” He hands over a dark green handkerchief with golden patterns, “...it is my job, one that I enjoy.” He lets Sarah calm as he takes his time mulling over her words and actions, giving a small hum as he starts his response. “Now… you say the universe does not want you to live your life the way you wish, aye?”
“Y-yes, I just.. want to live in peace but…”
“The universe won’t let you, mm? It took away your home, your nation, plopped you here far away from any resemblance of your land, away from friends and family, right?”
“Right..”
He gives a subtle nod, “Ms. Graham, what I am about to ask may be… a little condemnatory, but I assure you it is not to be taken that way. I also ask that you take your time with this, perhaps even wait to answer until my next visit, do you understand?”
Sarah takes a moment, looking away with some amount of hesitance before responding. “Y-yes, I understand.”
“Very well, now… what might you think you did to cause the universe to turn against you? Perhaps you broke a taboo as a child? Committed some sin or did something wrong that still haunts you?”
She looks toward him with a questioning look, “Then what’s the plan..?” The color in her eyes dim slightly, her shoulders falling as her resting frown seems to droop a little lower, and the absent yet visible sigh at the end of her question show an inward defeat as the familiar feeling of the need for patience floods her heart and mind.
He tilted his head. "It just seems a shame to do that form an injustice."
Harold let out a hearty chuckle. "Well...if i told you, you wouldn't believe me. But it's a very glorious place, a most noble of places."
He brushed himself down. "In any sense, let us march forth to reach the capital both to talk with your sister and sister in law, as well as apologise to he primitives for my close mindedness in regards to this...tree of sorts...also to pick up Miss Darcy...and perhaps his boy...sorry her boyfriend. I cannot believe myself; i thought i had it but i slipped up. Ah well, just means it'll take a bit more work."
He began to stride towards the capital. "Let us go my compatriots; the road is long and it won't walk itself!"
Sarah paused.
It was long, and cooled the air with silent thought and deep introspection. The clocks ticked, the medical staff unconsciously held their breaths, Sarah's IV dripped away, and the heart monitor beeped.
She shifted once more, revealing her calloused and scarred feet from injuries and blisters long past. She grimaced, then looked to Dr Arapan.
"No...i've followed all the laws, lived life like a saint...I-" she cleared her throat absentmindedly, "-I even stayed out of the trenches in the Civil War. Granted i didn't escape it, but...still, i've never killed anyone, or hurt them intentionally."
She shook her head. "I paid my taxes, i voted, i've abided by every rule and regulation. I've respected everyone...i've done nothing wrong."
Kansas shrugs. “Well, I think that’s up to you. I’m not really sure how far you want to take this the first time around, we can always build up more later on, too.”
Connie shrugs and follows Harold. “Well, alright then. So what’s the story with the natives?”
Luca nods. “Will do. Maybe when I go home I can ask around in my family a little bit.”
"Making me uncomfortable?" Chiara barks a sharp laugh.
"I just don't like or trust your undoubtedly lying, probably manipulative ass. But don't give yourself too much credit. While I do harbor a special dislike for your kind, there are plenty of women I despise too."
She flips the hunting knife twice so that its hilt faces Jonathan. "You can tell your friend I'm done with this now. Oh, and I don't know why you wanted this conversation, but it's changed nothing."
Yet Jonathan gets the slightest sense that she now regards him with an ounce more of respect.
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Celeste is unable to fully suppress the grin of relief that breaks out. "Don't worry about it. I've done this plenty."
She motions for Katrina to start undressing. "Just to your underclothes. I could talk to you about the specifics there a bit later– heh –but trust me when I say you wanna be wearing something thin but strong underneath this sorta thing. Stuff gets... interesting otherwise."
Handing over the bodysuit, Celeste starts guiding her through the process of sliding it on. The feeling is certainly different from anything she's ever worn before. It presses against her skin in a gentle, almost comforting way. At the same time, it leaves her feeling pretty exposed, as though there is nothing covering her at all. Whatever material the suit is made of seems to suck at Katrina's body heat and vent it to the room, leaving her feeling noticeably cooler than before.
"Annnnd... there you have it!" Celeste looks around for mirror and maneuvers Katrina over to the closest one.
The form-fitting cloth covers her like a second skin, highlighting her body's shape. While a shade or two lighter than Celeste's, her bodysuit is a dark grey with two red streaks curving down from the collar under her arms and around her hips, where they then spiral down the legs.
This leaves High Command with a dilemma. Moving the location of the attack is now out of the question, they like the Grendel Plains too much. A perfect line of assault for Rathorian ground forces with beneficial infrastructure and inhabitants leading deep into Aerlanican territory, combined with relatively weak air defenses, is perfect for their plans. The inability to neutralize those air defenses in the mountains with weather does pose a decisive problem though. An assault as-is would still be possible, but much more costly.
Pulling back their forces from ready positions is also not an option, as that would be monumentally expensive both to demobilize and to redeploy. If they choose to wait, it will have to be in place while trying to distract Aerlanican observers. Keeping hundreds of thousands of infantry happy in small bases is enough of a challenge without having to hide large groups of armored vehicles and aircraft as well.
High Command is leaning towards attacking without the acid rain, but they decide to wait for a response from the exiled Aerlanican Federation forces. Any advice they have will be taken into heavy consideration.
After the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, Alena reached out and continued to work on the now sleeping form of Spencer.
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Iblion smirked. "Am i "worth" it then?"
"Well...i didn't remember much of it since i thought little of it at the time, once again a major fault on my part, but i believe it had something to do with...a mute woman called Zera and her husband called Zay, as well as a waste ranger called Tim making friends with another Kansan...oh no that was...that was that other thing, i believe it had something to do with a tree spirit petitioning me to do something, but i'm not too sure...sorry."
(For the life of me i can't find it. But it had something to do with trees and offerings to them and being called to...do some sort of activity?)
Jonathan grasps it lightly and gives Chiara a respectful nod. "Regardless, it was nice talking to you."
He approached Luthar and offered the blade to him.
"Mr Luthar, Miss Chiara has informed me that she has finished inspecting your blade."
He gives him a polite nod as well. He then placed his hands on his hips.
"Now, education; we'll be teaching everyone how to read and write. Since it seems like for the forseable future i will be sitting here and waiting for something to happen."
He rubbed his hands together before turning to Brigit. "Where shall we set up a school?"
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(any mental shennanigans or is it just a cool bodysuit)
Katrina ran her hands over the material and instinctually placed a hand across her brests as one does when nude. Celeste could see a modicum of discomfort on her expression, but she still was extremely impressed and overall seemed satisfied with the strange attire.
"It feels...almost like a second skin." She murmured as she looked over herself in the mirror. She posed a little, letting out a small giggle.
"Wow...it's...it feels like...it feels awesome...almost creepily perfect...holy crap this is crazy."
She looked to Celeste. "And you just...wear stuff like this all the time?"
The reply from the Aerlanican Federation-in-exile is...rather interesting.
After being informed of the dilema the Rathorians face, the Aerlanicans murmur rather apoligetically that they did make a concentrated effort to make every inch of Aerlanican land fought over bloody, brutal and untennable. Indeed, Rathorians look forward to facing pre-prepared redoubts surrounding larger, fortified structures of cities, as well as a hostile environment.
However the Aerlanicans also begrudginly admit that the best course of action is to wait; between the weather not being on there side, a current inability to discern what the superweapon used by the Tyramonians was (thus placing the entirety of the Rathorian ground troops at risk of being vaporised in mere moments) and the fact that a botched invasion would be a sure fire way to empty coffers buying supplimental equipment, material and manpower to constantly resupply frontline troops encountering "probably some of the most brutal fighting they'll ever experience" it is simply cheaper (yes, cheaper) to demobilise and wait.
This is coming from the people who were exiled from their homeland, and lust every moment to take it back.
This way the Rathorians can continue to train and prepare for the invasion, but also remain in the green. Furthermore, the Federation-in-exile offers to train some Rathorian special forces into Hazardous Environment Light Infantry troops; the famous "Waste-Rangers".
Connie shrugs. “Well, I‘ve heard of Zera before, she’s over in Waffle Valley. Which means the natives you were dealing with were probably Waffle River. Seems like a bit of a strange situation though...” (Lol I only remember bits and pieces of it, it was a while ago XD I will take a look and see if I can find it)
Luca nods. “Me too. I’ve always been a little curious but I just never really thought about it that much. But it would be nice to know.”
Aerlanica I think this is the start of the whole thing if you want to read through it again I’ll do another rp post tomorrow morning, hopefully this helps a bit ;P
The Empire of Tyramon
The Federation of Aerlanica
The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas
The Democratic Khanate of Rei Khan
The Senatorial Badger Republic of Oateria
The Dark Voidlands of The Children of Eternity
The Federal Republic of Rathoria
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