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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Tyramon wrote:Corali tilted her head.
"Another round of...what?"

“Chemotherapy,” Luca explains. “Radiation treatment that’s supposed to help me fight my cancer.”

Aerlanica wrote:Tsarina stands up and sighs.
"How the hell does she think she can keep Kansas safe if she, firstly, can't control her emotions, secondly, can't make rational decisions, thirdly, is easily swayed by crusty old men-"

"I daresay women would be capable of-"

"Shut the f%$# up Harrison, I'm not in the mood."

"My name's actually...er...never mind."

"-and fourthly..."

She gestured in the general direction of the lampposts and the street. Now devoid of words, the best Tsarina could muster to further express her annoyance was a half-scream-half-grunt before she kicked a patch of dirt and sat down.

"Why does life have to be such a massive bitch."

Harold paused and slowly nodded.

Connie shakes her head, confused. “Why is she leaving? And why are you so upset about it? And how the hell did I not know?”

New Drachma wrote:"it's Nifrous Antorus, Venomous."

“But it’s a living thing, you can’t just kill it,” Kansas objects.

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The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:Alena nodded.
"Thats nice."

Witta nodded.
"It was. It wasn't much, but it was nice."

North South North West Kansas wrote:“Chemotherapy,” Luca explains. “Radiation treatment that’s supposed to help me fight my cancer.”

"But...I treated you for your cancer. Although...I guess maybe it wasn't perfectly effective. That chance is always there."

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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Tyramon wrote:

"But...I treated you for your cancer. Although...I guess maybe it wasn't perfectly effective. That chance is always there."

“What do you mean, you treated me?”

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Monsone wrote:-snip-

Iblion looked at the...

"What are you?" He asked. "Some sort of...like...some kind of...nation-sphere?"

"I prefer Countryball."

Iblion slowly nodded.

"I..."

He took a step back. There was a hint of fear in his movements, Geiger saw it. It was, in fact, the first time he ever saw a hint of hesitation or fear within the accursed Celestial.

"First of all," he said, hiding his nervous incomprehension of what entity opposed him now behind a vineer of sass, "The true title is sadistic, idyosincratic devil. The second...secondly, it's not unnecessary because it is fun-"

"I can smell your fear, Iblion."

Iblion did not reply immediately with a sassy remark, instead he just awkwardly shrugged.

"Sure, yeah-"

"Are you...afraid?" cautioned Andrea.

"I am not afraid-"

"He is-" the Countryball stated.

"I am...o-ok ok look, are you going to believe an over glorified soccer ball or me."

They looked between the blob like sphere and Iblion, their gaze, and Iblion's gaze, answered their questions.

"I..."

Iblion spluttered, floundering for words, occasionally letting out awkward squeaks and grunts as he moved his hands around palm upwards, seemingly expecting for something to simply drop into his grasp.

"I...what...I..."

Another slight shuffle away from the spherical entity.

"I...um...ah..."

His eyes looked around the room. Lingering occasionally on the gathered individuals but also glancing towards the doorways; a humorous sight, considering that he could simply disappear at will. After some considerable amount of time whereupon everyone waited for Iblion's response, he threw up his hands in exasperated, protesting defeat before storming off.

"Thats it, i'm not coming back to this hell hole ever again. I am done! with...Monsone, i'm going home, i'm going to have a bath, light some candles and just simmer, ok? are you...."

He hurredly rushed back and looked back into the room at the blob.

"Are you happy? congratulations, you were mean to me, you made me upset, are you glad-"

the rest of his response was cut off with a sudden feint towards the demon by this sphere, which elicited a wince from the demonic entity. With a cry of anger, he stormed off, eventually disintegrating into embers as he went. Soon after followed the chair and the treaty, however the suitcase remained.

A brief inspection of the contents revealed little more than finely drawn...er...smut...of certain individuals including, a female entity with Primaeri Characteristics save for blood red hair, a blonde hair female with vine tattoos across her entire body, an amorphous expanse of darkness, Jonathan Blinds, Adolf Hitler of all individuals, and one of Geiger's daughters.

There was no smut involving Geiger. Instead was a small letter addressed to him. Upon opening it up, it revealed a small, poorly written poem.

"Geiger, you are nice
your eyes are blue like ice
you are more than ok
i like you everyday

I don't know how to say
the things i want today
but i'd think i might be blue
if i don't say "love you"

******

New Franco

As was arranged, a Scrap Rat contacted a SIM agent who had been stationed in New Franco. After being given the agreed payment, they handed over the information.

The Roxiums sought a monopoly of Astral Adamantium, and currently was in a gridlock with the Scrap Rats over a significantly large obelisk which consisted, as per initial tests from a recently sourced sample from some giant Roxium robot and assumptions of the mass of the obelisk, as much as half of a metric tonne of Astral Adamantium.

If this fell in Roxium hands, they would come into posession more Astral Adamantium than any Augustan Power, including Pre-collapse Aerlanica and Tyramon. But, as per additional information given to the Monsonians, they weren't exactly respecting the Scrap Rats; refusing to pay for services, violation of trust.

North South North West Kansas wrote:

Connie shakes her head, confused. “Why is she leaving? And why are you so upset about it? And how the hell did I not know?”

"She's leaving! TO GET HERSELF KILLED! THE ABSOLUTE MORON!" She screamed down the road.

Harold nodded in agreement, trying to keep himself as invisible as possible.

Tyramon wrote:Witta nodded.
"It was. It wasn't much, but it was nice."

Alena nodded simply.

******

The Royal Emperor and Delegata watched as Iblion, obviously annoyed, stormed back into his quarters in the Royal Emperor's castle. The sounds of a bath being run could be heard almost immediately as he entered.

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The Military State of Tyramon

North South North West Kansas wrote:“What do you mean, you treated me?”

"I used a spell on you that kill cancerous cells while you were sleeping."

Aerlanica wrote:Alena nodded simply.

******

The Royal Emperor and Delegata watched as Iblion, obviously annoyed, stormed back into his quarters in the Royal Emperor's castle. The sounds of a bath being run could be heard almost immediately as he entered.

"Well, how does getting the food work here?"

******

There came a knock on Iblion's door. It was Delegata.
"Iblion, I have made something that might cheer you up."

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The Intergalactic Federation of Roxium

Aerlanica wrote:*SNIP*

Zoninite wrote:*SNIP*

Monsone wrote:*SNIP*

Aerlanica wrote:*SNIP*

Scrap Rats

CK let out an exacerbated sigh before reluctantly agreeing to the "No weapons" rule. While they were confiscating the surprisingly heavy weapons from the two Cicada agents, CK is heard saying something in Pogashanese. Outside the building, cloaked Cicada troops take up positions around all the entrances to said building.
"Cicada is willing to compensate you for your work. I heard there are a few scrap yards in the Roxium Augusta Territory that are going up for auction in the next few days, and we have a few decommissioned ships that are overdue for scrapping." says CK.

Shingukai

To the Cicada agents, the salted plumbs and apricots taste very similar to certain kinds of Roxium United Armed Force field rations. They also compared the barbeque chips to Azerpan's Pandaren Barbeque chips, Azerpan being an Azeroth-based snack food and drink company.

A new hidden camera overlooking the door is soon installed... this time on the ceiling.

A two liter bottle of sakura berry tea is found by another police officer. Sakura berries are native to the Roxium home/capital world of Roxia Prime, and have a flavor best described as a mixture of peach and cherry. Sitting next to the bottle is a bag of dried kraken chips, and yes, they're made with actual kraken meat, specifically the meat of the green-speckled kraken, a species of kraken commonly found along the coastlines around Roxia Prime's largest ocean. The dried kraken chips have a salty, fishy flavor. Pogashanese writing can be seen on both the bottle and bag, said writing looks like a combination of Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. The bottle seems to be part of an advertising campaign for a video game as the logo for said video game is very prominently displayed along with characters from it, all of whom look like they're from an anime. On the bag is an anthropomorphic female kraken, also drawn in an anime style.

Monsone

The AENU-As were less than a kilometer away when Iblion vanished. The countryball may or may not have sensed the rapidly approaching alien objects. Moments after Iblion vanished, the AENU-As stopped dead in their tracks, around 100 meters away from the hanger. For several seconds they stay still until suddenly darting skyward and returning to the autonomous arks in orbit that deployed them.

Both Cicada and NERV have detected the countryball's presence, and have elected to observe it for now.

Oaterian ship

A small group of cloaked Cicada agents have now infiltrated the Oaterian ship.

(Waiting for Oateria before I continue this portion of The Gun/Desujuhoshi plot line.)

Solar system Falgon-Theta 9

(I'm gonna assume the second Gun is approaching the first Gun)

The approaching second Gun is quickly detected by a patrolling Cicada fleet. Rather than destroying it, Cicada decides to capture it. Several minutes after first being spotted, several ships equipped with high-power graviton tethers arrive and begin dragging the second Gun off-course while Cicada agents get inside and start hijacking its propulsion system.
They intend on taking apart the second Gun in order to figure out how it works. While they could do this to the first one, they're not willing to risk potential damage to something they're modifying and repurposing for use as an anti-celestial weapon.

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The Conflicted Warzone of Rei Khan

North South North West Kansas wrote:“Ah.” Lucas nods, understanding. “What are you running from? Maybe we can help you?”

Macy shrugs. “He’s way cuter than I thought he would be too, I was honestly half expecting a little blobby lump, but he’s a real person.”

Noelle shrugs. “Well, I don’t exactly have a script. I got assigned to the worst kid in class as my partner, and of course he bailed on me two days ago without writing the script like he was supposed to, so now I have to do the whole project by myself and it’s due tomorrow...” she starts talking faster and faster. “The teacher said we can do any genre we want, it should have some kind of plot to it and it’s supposed to be no longer than 15 minutes but other than that he pretty much gave us free reign.” She shrugs. “I’ll take any ideas you have...”

Kiralyn laughs. “I can’t argue with that.”

(Well you are making this easier, I was trying to figure out how to tie some things together so that works XD so is he going to Kansas to find Carissa?? If you give me a few more posts I might be able to send her to him instead lol)

Carissa looks at her. “I was dead for 20 years and when I woke up everything I knew was gone. My country, my parents, my whole life were all gone. Cait and Connie are all I have left. I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought it would hurt them. I know they’re not going to like me leaving—“
“Carissa...?”
“Connie.”
Carissa looks up to see Connie standing behind Tsarina. “...You’re leaving?”
“I’m not... not forever at least... I’m sorry...”
Carissa freezes for a brief moment, then flashes into a little golden ball of energy and zips off down the street, clumsily knocking into lampposts and buildings and eventually disappearing around the corner.

(Coolio ;P)

"He looks like his momma." Thomas replied.

"I'll help." Kara decided.

Kyra grinned

(sure)

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Roxium wrote:-snip-

The high traffic area outside of the large office building/lab was a bit awkward for the Cicada agents to find a secure location to perch upon. However after a few moments they found several positions which, while not perfect, were good enough.

** ** **

Miranda stared at CK.
"What you're asking us to do is work with Astral Adamantium; that stuff is going to take every single drop of power and energy we got. That means a city wide blackout for an entire damn day, maybe even two or three. Not to mention, the diversion of practically all of our scrapping teams..."

Miranda sighed.
"We could...probably sweeten the deal with the Infrastructure Crew to have them get on board with this, say the usual "going down for maintanence" or whatever...but this is going to cost us heaps."

She massaged her forehead.

"We're willing to do it, but scrapping stuff isn't just a fun hobby we have; it is our main source of income. If this goes on for too long, we will run out of money to feed mouths and keep the city running...it is a big ask and..."

She lent back, biting her lip.

"We can do it...but as i said we keep...sixty...maybe seventy percent of the Astral Adamantium to sell as we please. As well as full access to those ships you talked about, and if ever you find a scrapyard or something, tell us and we'll pick it apart."

Tyramon wrote:

There came a knock on Iblion's door. It was Delegata.
"Iblion, I have made something that might cheer you up."

"Well, usually we go up to the counter and order...but i was just enjoying your company. We can get coffee...did the Witches make coffee? they seem to have made a lot of things."

******

Opening the door into the lavish and expansive bathroom revealed Iblion currently lounging in the large marble bathtub, which was more or less a recess into the actual gold-streaked marble floor. The lights were off, and the red candles were the only source of light, giving the air a smokey, cherry scent.

Iblion was looking at the cieling and sighed.
"If it isnt my beautiful sorceress Queen...how can you make your king happy?" he said with a weak smile.

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Azulakas

Aerlanica wrote:

"Yeah...sure." Sarah sighed.

She shifted.
"Not like it matters, anyway. Just let whatever person who wants to visit come along..."

“I’ll schedule them in for tomorrow then.” She responds, as it was evening by this point. “Is there something I can get for you?”

Roxium wrote:Azulakas

Those observing the submarine's cameras would see a mangled mess of flesh, bone, and metal. What ever this thing is, it's very much NOT Roxium, as its design does not match any Roxium ship designs Azulakas has seen, not to mention that it seems to make use of exotic biotechnology the Roxium Federation does not posses. On an armor plate on a badly damaged long spaceship-like object mounted near the root of the partially detached wing, what seems to be an identification code is written. It reads "Autonomous Battle Ark G11F81". No markings identifying who built or owns it are found, but at least they can rule out the Roxium Federation. As its body has been partially split in two, the submarine is able to peer inside.
It's starting to become somewhat clear on what caused its demise as most of the damage seems to not be the result of its crash landing. Some time before the reports of it falling from the sky, there was some kind of explosion in the orbital space just east of Azulakas, meaning something shot it down.

The sailors on the small fleet of Coast Guard ships watch the calm waters as their ships patrol, all suspicious of what lies beneath the veil of blue and white. It is determined that the site of the wreckage would be continuously monitored, all information being directly sent to the capital. Despite no clear sign of Roxium involvement, the disturbance is blamed on the space-faring nation due to lack of understanding of extra-terrestrial politics and prejudice built upon previous interactions with the Roxium Federation.

International Community (Also pinging Tyramon)

As the day passes, a message from Azulakas restates the republic’s neutrality in the chaos of the mainland, but also warns not to interfere nor use claimed Azulakassian territory, water, air-space, or orbital space for aggressive means. Phrases from the document include;

“…all diplomatic relations with the former nation of Aerlanica are considered null due to the current state non-existence of said former nation.”

“The Republic shall exist in an active state of armed neutrality…”

“… any use of force, aggression, or coercion without proper diplomatic notice and granted permission within the waters, land, air, and space, rightfully governed by the Republic… is considered a violation of the Republic’s state of neutrality.”

“… the Republic retains the right to its sovereignty, along with the right to administer consequences on those who violate its sovereignty… using military actions against the individuals who violate the Republic’s neutrality where necessary...”

At the end of the document is the signature of Ilena Tsinel, President of the Republic of Azulakas, along with the proper stamps bearing the seals of the President, Congress, and Elder Court.

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North South North West Kansas wrote:

Kansas watches Azulakas as she leaves, remembering their own days of isolationism.

Rei Khan wrote:Rei pouted.

New Drachma wrote:New Drachma look's at a green bug on the floor

"Someone gonna squish that"

North South North West Kansas wrote:

“No, don’t!” Kansas’ pacifist nature kicks in and he protectively moves in front of the bug.

New Drachma wrote:"it's Nifrous Antorus, Venomous."

Azulakas is not seen until later in the afternoon, when she cautiously enters the café owned by Kansas.

(ooc: I hope I ain’t leading the country-human rp too much? Feel free to take as much control of the story as y’all like.)

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Azulakas wrote:“I’ll schedule them in for tomorrow then.” She responds, as it was evening by this point. “Is there something I can get for you?”

"A friend." was the simple reply

Azulakas

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The Senatorial Badger Republic of Oateria

Roxium wrote:-snip-

The ONB announces that all zoninite passengers will be subject to checks for devices that could stall the ship, and Oaterian starfighters would patrol the ship as the mechanics look at the engines.

Rei Khan wrote:-snip-

Doldie entered behind Orion.



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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Aerlanica wrote:

"She's leaving! TO GET HERSELF KILLED! THE ABSOLUTE MORON!" She screamed down the road.

Harold nodded in agreement, trying to keep himself as invisible as possible.

“Wha- killed?! What do you mean, killed? Why wouldn’t she tell me? For that matter, how did she not tell me? We can literally read each other’s minds!

Tyramon wrote:"I used a spell on you that kill cancerous cells while you were sleeping."

Luca tilts his head. “Wait, that was you? I thought that was a dream. So, you actually cured me?”

Rei Khan wrote:"He looks like his momma." Thomas replied.

"I'll help." Kara decided.

Kyra grinned

(sure)

Macy snorts. “I hope not.” She carefully looks Michael over. “I think he looks more like his grandpa.”

Noelle smiles and wraps Kara in a hug. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you you are such a lifesaver!”

Kira blushes. “August you’re so pretty...”

(Lol not sure what you’re saying sure to XD I think it might be easier to bring Casey to Kansas to find Carissa, since he’s going to end up in Kansas anyways, but it’s up to you, I can send her over to him instead if you’d rather ;P)

Azulakas wrote:

Azulakas is not seen until later in the afternoon, when she cautiously enters the café owned by Kansas.

(ooc: I hope I ain’t leading the country-human rp too much? Feel free to take as much control of the story as y’all like.)

Kansas comes out of the kitchen to serve one of the few people in the cafe, waving at Azulakas as he sets down a tray on one of the tables in front of an older woman. “Hey, Azulakas! Have a seat anywhere you’d like, I’ll be over in a second.”
Azulakas takes a step inside of the cozy cafe. The building is a bit run-down, but clean and well taken-care-of, with tables and chairs neatly arranged around the small dining room. There are only a few patrons around for breakfast this time of day, though Kansas still makes himself look busy, talking with people and popping in and out of the kitchen a few times.

(Nah, I think it’s good. I’m enjoying it at least ;P)

Azulakas

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The Socialist Republic of New Drachma

North South North West Kansas wrote:“Chemotherapy,” Luca explains. “Radiation treatment that’s supposed to help me fight my cancer.”

Connie shakes her head, confused. “Why is she leaving? And why are you so upset about it? And how the hell did I not know?”

“But it’s a living thing, you can’t just kill it,” Kansas objects.

“I am sure if it killed your friend it would make you reconsider?”

Azulakas

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

North South North West Kansas wrote:“Wha- killed?! What do you mean, killed? Why wouldn’t she tell me? For that matter, how did she not tell me? We can literally read each other’s minds!

Tsarina practically pulled her hair out.
"I know she's your sister, and i know she's dead, but i swear to august i will kill that woman over this; i literally cannot right now, i do not have the mental capacity to deal with her victimising, self-sacrificing, flagelating, martyr-complex covered mind."

She kicked her foot against the dirt.

"I hate everything."

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The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:"Well, usually we go up to the counter and order...but i was just enjoying your company. We can get coffee...did the Witches make coffee? they seem to have made a lot of things."

******

Opening the door into the lavish and expansive bathroom revealed Iblion currently lounging in the large marble bathtub, which was more or less a recess into the actual gold-streaked marble floor. The lights were off, and the red candles were the only source of light, giving the air a smokey, cherry scent.

Iblion was looking at the cieling and sighed.
"If it isnt my beautiful sorceress Queen...how can you make your king happy?" he said with a weak smile.

"It is possible, but it never caught on due to its perceived negative effects on the brain."

******

"I've been working on a new weapon, a tool of sorts. I present...a Desire."
A featureless human form walked in behind her. It had white, translucent skin revealing some of its pale blue veins. It wore no clothes, but it had no parts that needed hiding, nor did it have ears, eyes, a nose, mouth, hair, or even finger or toenails.
"This creature can be given a target to hunt. When it finds its target, it reads the target's mind to find its deepest desire, and then it takes the form of said desire. Then it can kill them, lure them to danger, or whatever, really."

(You can read more about it in this factbook)

North South North West Kansas wrote:Luca tilts his head. “Wait, that was you? I thought that was a dream. So, you actually cured me?”

Corali nodded.
"Yes, that was me. I cured you."
She paused.
"Well, I probably cured you. Maybe. The spell isn't always entirely effective, and I was low on some of the ingredients. The cancer...the cancer may return. I don't know. Only time will tell."

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The Conflicted Warzone of Rei Khan

Oateria wrote:The ONB announces that all zoninite passengers will be subject to checks for devices that could stall the ship, and Oaterian starfighters would patrol the ship as the mechanics look at the engines.

Doldie entered behind Orion.

Orion led her to a meeting room. "Welcome to the Imperial Palace."

North South North West Kansas wrote:“Wha- killed?! What do you mean, killed? Why wouldn’t she tell me? For that matter, how did she not tell me? We can literally read each other’s minds!

Luca tilts his head. “Wait, that was you? I thought that was a dream. So, you actually cured me?”

Macy snorts. “I hope not.” She carefully looks Michael over. “I think he looks more like his grandpa.”

Noelle smiles and wraps Kara in a hug. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you you are such a lifesaver!”

Kira blushes. “August you’re so pretty...”

(Lol not sure what you’re saying sure to XD I think it might be easier to bring Casey to Kansas to find Carissa, since he’s going to end up in Kansas anyways, but it’s up to you, I can send her over to him instead if you’d rather ;P)

Kansas comes out of the kitchen to serve one of the few people in the cafe, waving at Azulakas as he sets down a tray on one of the tables in front of an older woman. “Hey, Azulakas! Have a seat anywhere you’d like, I’ll be over in a second.”
Azulakas takes a step inside of the cozy cafe. The building is a bit run-down, but clean and well taken-care-of, with tables and chairs neatly arranged around the small dining room. There are only a few patrons around for breakfast this time of day, though Kansas still makes himself look busy, talking with people and popping in and out of the kitchen a few times.

(Nah, I think it’s good. I’m enjoying it at least ;P)

"That so?" Thomas replied.

Kara laughed and hugged back. "No problem."

Kyra blushed. "So are you."

(I can do whatever)

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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

New Drachma wrote:“I am sure if it killed your friend it would make you reconsider?”

Kansas shakes her head. “Sure I’d be mad, but it’s still a living thing.”

Aerlanica wrote:Tsarina practically pulled her hair out.
"I know she's your sister, and i know she's dead, but i swear to august i will kill that woman over this; i literally cannot right now, i do not have the mental capacity to deal with her victimising, self-sacrificing, flagelating, martyr-complex covered mind."

She kicked her foot against the dirt.

"I hate everything."

“...What the hell are you even talking about?”

Tyramon wrote:

Corali nodded.
"Yes, that was me. I cured you."
She paused.
"Well, I probably cured you. Maybe. The spell isn't always entirely effective, and I was low on some of the ingredients. The cancer...the cancer may return. I don't know. Only time will tell."

“Y-you... I...” Luca gives acótalo a hug. “Thank you.”

Rei Khan wrote:

"That so?" Thomas replied.

Kara laughed and hugged back. "No problem."

Kyra blushed. "So are you."

(I can do whatever)

Macy nods. “Yeah.”

Noelle smiles. “Okay, so. What do you think we should do?”

Kira laughs. “Yeah, thanks.”

(Coolio. Let’s bring Casey to Kansas then)

Azulakas

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The Military State of Tyramon

North South North West Kansas wrote:“Y-you... I...” Luca gives acótalo a hug. “Thank you.”

(What is acótalo?)

Corali smiled.
"You're welcome. I hope it worked."

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The Socialist Republic of New Drachma

North South North West Kansas wrote:Kansas shakes her head. “Sure I’d be mad, but it’s still a living thing.”

“...What the hell are you even talking about?”

“Y-you... I...” Luca gives acótalo a hug. “Thank you.”

Macy nods. “Yeah.”

Noelle smiles. “Okay, so. What do you think we should do?”

Kira laughs. “Yeah, thanks.”

(Coolio. Let’s bring Casey to Kansas then)

“It’s a health hazard”

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Azulakas

Aerlanica wrote:"A friend." was the simple reply

She nods, "It'll take a bit."
After a call, a talk, and a bit of a walk, the medical staff brings Mitra in, a familiar face at least.
He gives her a shy smile, "Hey, not doing so good hm?"

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North South North West Kansas wrote:

Kansas comes out of the kitchen to serve one of the few people in the cafe, waving at Azulakas as he sets down a tray on one of the tables in front of an older woman. “Hey, Azulakas! Have a seat anywhere you’d like, I’ll be over in a second.”
Azulakas takes a step inside of the cozy cafe. The building is a bit run-down, but clean and well taken-care-of, with tables and chairs neatly arranged around the small dining room. There are only a few patrons around for breakfast this time of day, though Kansas still makes himself look busy, talking with people and popping in and out of the kitchen a few times.

(Nah, I think it’s good. I’m enjoying it at least ;P)

Azulakas nods, staying quiet as she hesitates by the door for a few moments. After pulling together the will to stay, and to accept the hospitality of Kansas, she heads over to a table off to the side, clear of anyone's first-glance view.

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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Tyramon wrote:(What is acótalo?)

Corali smiled.
"You're welcome. I hope it worked."

I think I was trying to type Corali but autocorrect decided it didn’t like that and went full-on Spanish mode on me XD
Sorry)
Lucas smiles. “Me too. Either way I really appreciate it.”

New Drachma wrote:“It’s a health hazard”

“It’s a bug!” Kansas shakes her head. “Just... take it outside, let it live it’s life.

Azulakas wrote:

Azulakas nods, staying quiet as she hesitates by the door for a few moments. After pulling together the will to stay, and to accept the hospitality of Kansas, she heads over to a table off to the side, clear of anyone's first-glance view.

After a few moments Kansas comes over, turning a chair around and leaning against the back of it as he talks to Azulakas. “Hi. What can I get started for you? It’s on the house.”

Azulakas

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The Military State of Tyramon

North South North West Kansas wrote:I think I was trying to type Corali but autocorrect decided it didn’t like that and went full-on Spanish mode on me XD
Sorry)
Lucas smiles. “Me too. Either way I really appreciate it.”

(No worries.)

"Okay, good. I was a bit worried about doing it without asking, but to ask I would have had to reveal myself."

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Azulakas

North South North West Kansas wrote:After a few moments Kansas comes over, turning a chair around and leaning against the back of it as he talks to Azulakas. “Hi. What can I get started for you? It’s on the house.”

"A-ah, just some fresh tea will do.." she says, blue eyes glancing away.



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The Republic of Monsone

Aerlanica wrote:-snip-

Roxium wrote:-snip-

Loguko, Shingukai

Soon however, the charade of kindness with food ends abruptly. The little trinkets left behind by the Shingukaian security forces disappear. Clearly, an order was given to stop accepting the strange foreign treats. Meanwhile the third hidden camera was found like it's predecessors. However, given it's location, it wouldn't be possible to remove it without harming Spencer. Hence, it would remain in place, for now. In the meantime, a police car reports a strange incident involving some invisible entity screaming after being run over. Alas, all that they find is a trail of blood which is quickly mopped up and taken for examination.

Monsonian Varlokaria, Monsone

As the AENU-As hurtled towards their autonomous arks, one AENU-A seemed to stall out in its ascent. In mere instants, it began to hurtle towards the ground in a freefall of sorts. Plunging through the atmosphere, the ANEU-A began to slow down after emerging from its reentry fireball. Glowing a vivid shade of red, the ANEU-A slowly kept descending until it hovered above the underground base. All its features and details had been turned an eerie and monotone shade of red identical to that of blood. Hovering in place, there was no way to control the AENU-A, and its AT field was gone.

With swift and sudden motions, the AENU-A began to contort itself violently, being pulled and folded like a cross between origami and Play-Doh. First turned into a string of atoms, and then into a glowing red orb, the ANEU-A was slowly and progressively stripped of its prior existence and state of being. With each state of metamorphosis, the ANEU-A ceased to resemble its kin and slowly became more log-like in form, and eventually more humanoid in form. Progressively smaller, whatever remained of the AENU-A was consistently paired down until it was more or less human in shape and roughly the size of the average Monsonian.

The glow subsided as what had formerly been AENU-A was transformed into a human being with messy bobbed silver-grey hair and pale white skin. Clothed in a simple flowing green dress with golden embroidered details on the sleeve cuffs and hems, the human being began to be levitated towards the HAA Longinus in a shimmering golden bubble.

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"What the hell is that?!" Shouted Krause as he pointed towards the very embodiment of his homeland.

"It is somewhat cute," Mezer remarked.

"I am the very mere embodiment of the country you call home. I am both a manifestation of existence, and a creation unto itself inextricably linked with the fabric of the universe in parallel with the nature of the natural world and the powers to be in the realm of creation and destruction. In simplistic terms, I both real and imaginary." Explained the thing.

"Did you just turn one of those AENU-As into a...human?" Asked Szraijetkoff.

"Yes, I did." Replied the thing. "I could have destroyed it; I could have destroyed all the autonomous arks and their payloads. But, I much prefer to create beauty from death and destruction. What better and higher calling is there than creating life much like some sort of spiritual being?"

"So you can create life." Affirmed Geiger as he pondered a thought. "But I assume your charitability was merely a message, perhaps even a veiled threat."

"Correct, Mr. President. However, unlike the lies espoused by Iblion and his desire to play underhandedly, this is less so an underhanded and sinister threat and merely a manner of demonstrating that one ought to not underestimate their opponents. Consider it a favor on my behalf." Explained the thing as Andrea walked over to it.

"How could you tell he was afraid?" She somewhat timidly asked. "I never thought I'd see him genuinely terrified of something so seemingly mundane and simple." She added on.

"He wasn't afraid." Curtly the thing explained. "Merely, he was terrified of the prospect of me actually being powerful. Truthfully, he feared me in the moment, and I can assure you that we've not seen the last of him or Celestials for that manner. They are powerful, spiteful, and childish beings with powers beyond any mortal."

"There we go." Mumbled Geiger as he set fire to Iblion's "artwork" with a lighter, placing it in an ashtray as it burned.

"This is all a moving so quickly." Remarked Luka as he cleared his throat.

"Alas that is how geopolitics work." Sighed Krause as he checked his phone. "Cell service is back." He remarked.

"Very good." Said Mezer with a nod.

"I'd hate to be brusque, fellow citizens, but I allas must leave now that my job here is done." Said the thing as it bowed itself in an awkward and seemingly unnatural manner.

"If you don't mind me asking, what ought I to call you?" Asked Geiger.

"Monsone would suffice. Though I do have a name; Erich." Replied the thing as Geiger nodded.

"Thank you, Erich. I appreciate your assistance." He said.

"It's my job." Replied erich before vanishing into thin air.

New Franco

Erich Joörgentk was sitting across from the Scrap Rat. Nobody knew him as such in New Franco as he went by the name Mathias Vildekeijn. The deal as explained to him was to say the very least, concerning. The presence of that much Astral Adamantium in Roxian hands raised concerns of what the material could be used for aside from killing Iblion. Thinking on his feet and considering what his superior would consider wise judgment, he gave thought to what he needed to do. After a moment of hesitation, he sighed and asked a very complicated question.

"Could you get me into the site where they're cutting the Astral Adamantium?" He asked the Scrap Rat. "I'll pay you whatever you think it'll take to get me in there without getting caught. If you want, I'll even give you a six-pack of acholohol of your choosing." Clearly, he was trying to sweeten the deal.



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Zoninite

Roxium wrote:

(no i havent made a move yet, but ill just go on with this)
The man, sensing danger everywhere, decides to get on one of the empty Zonitean ships and fly off, but just before doing that, he sent a Gun out near the enemy. it was low on power, but was special because of the sheer amount of explosives put within the weapon. he detonated the planetary bomb, killing many, but sadly taking too long to detonate as they had already gotten the data out from the 2nd Gun. it was fine, he had hundereds waiting out in open space, and all of them were very far away from Roxium, too far even. he decided to not take a move, and began to abort ship. (im not making a move or anything this time)

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