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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Tyramon wrote:The girl tosses and turns some more before eventually shooting up and waking from a nightmare.
"Spencer!" she yells. She looks around for a moment, disoriented. She makes eye contact with Luca and pauses. She lifts a hand to feel her face.
"Oh...oh no...uh...hi..."

“Hello,” Luca says gently.

Azulakas wrote:

Azulakas tenses up when Rei takes notice of her early departure, glancing back at the trio as Kansas speaks. She takes a deep breath, seemingly calming her nerves, "Yes.. that'll work." she responds, a lingering tone in her voice. With that she darts out into the hallway, fists loosening up as she carried on with her day. Though as time passes, the tanned lass feels the shadow of dread come over her.
What if this was a mistake...?

Azulakas was a lass who often appeared alone, preferring to stay in the least populated corners of classrooms and often keeping to herself. Outside of class, only glimpses of the dark-haired woman could be seen, often disappearing to her home or to who knows where else, and often times, when approached by others or bumping into her results in a glare of death from her deep blue eyes and less commonly a blown temper that results in harsh words and maybe concussion as she forgets her own strength. Those who knew her in high-school know of the force she could be when pushed past the point of irritation though she does seem to have learned to control her temper somewhat, cementing her reputation as that of a lone wolf with an unattractive aura of irritability.

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

Aerlanica wrote:

"I do get to make it, because unlike you, i've actually fought in war; i know what fresh hell it is and i'm not letting you experience it!"

Harold simply continued to write in his journal.

******

(Who do you think should make the first move)

“I’m not going to war,” Carissa says, “the whole point of me doing this in the first place is so that Kansas never has to go to war. Because unlike you, I’ve actually died in a war. But now I’m back, and I have the chance to make sure that it doesn’t happen to anyone else.”

(Lol It’s up to you I guess, I’m good either way)

Azulakas

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The Military State of Tyramon

North South North West Kansas wrote:“Hello,” Luca says gently.

The girl pulls a leather string bag out of her satchel and promptly vomits in it.
"Do you...do you have some water?"
She forces a weak smile to her face as she puts the string bag back in her satchel.

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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Tyramon wrote:The girl pulls a leather string bag out of her satchel and promptly vomits in it.
"Do you...do you have some water?"
She forces a weak smile to her face as she puts the string bag back in her satchel.

“I got you.” Isabelle offers her a glass of water as Luca tries to hold her hair back while she throws up.
“Who are you?” Lucas asks curiously.

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The Conflicted Warzone of Rei Khan

North South North West Kansas wrote:Kansas easily lets the subject drop, not wanting to push Drachma.

Kansas gives Rei a little glance, something along the lines of “give her a little space”, and then turns to Azulakas. “It’s okay, Azulakas. Why don’t you swing by my breakfast cafe later, I can make you whatever you’d like and we can talk more there, okay?”

Lucas just watches in fascination, as Isabelle gets up to go get some food and water for when she wakes up.

Macy smiles and looks at their son. “Wow... he’s a lot smaller than I thought he would be...”

Noelle smiles brightly and brings the camera in closer to Kara’s face.

Kira eats the food with a smile. “So... what do you think?”

(Sounds good. I kept meaning to ask about him lol. We can definitely use him, that works out perfectly ;P)

Carissa shakes her head. “I literally have no guts, and it’s not your decision!”

(I don’t know. Someone’s gotta make the first move XD)

Rei pouted.

Thomas smiled. "He's a baby."

Kara gave a smile.

"Very good!" Kyra replied.

(Ye!)

Azulakas

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The Military State of Tyramon

North South North West Kansas wrote:“I got you.” Isabelle offers her a glass of water as Luca tries to hold her hair back while she throws up.
“Who are you?” Lucas asks curiously.

The girl accepted the water.
"Thanks. My name is Corali. I'm a witch from Tyramon."
She pauses for a moment.
"Well, a witch apprentice, technically."

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The Intergalactic Federation of Roxium

Azulakas wrote:*SNIP*

Aerlanica wrote:*SNIP*

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.

Scrap Rats

"I think we have a misunderstanding." says CK. "I have no intentions of threatening you or anyone else in this room. The security detail is only here to protect me! As long as none of your people shoot, the security detail won't do anything." In response to CK's words, the two heavily armed cloaked Cicada agents lower their weapons, which have remained on yellow status since they first entered the lab. Yellow status means the safety lock is disengaged but the actual fire safety is still engaged, meaning the weapons will not fire when the trigger is pulled.
"As a show of good will, I'm ordering my security detail to stand down." says CK before he says something in Pogashanese. The air shimmers again as the two agents partially uncloak, allowing the people in the room to see them putting their weapons to green status before holstering them. Green status means both the safety lock and fire safety is engaged. When engaged, the safety lock prevents the fire safety from being disengaged. Engaging the safety lock will also force the fire safety to engage.
"To be honest, I'm under quiet a bit of stress. Cicada Command wants Iblion dead as soon as possible, preferably BEFORE he destroys Augusta. You have no idea how stressful trying to prevent your world's destruction is. He's already wiped out chunks of both the Roxium Augusta Territory and Monsone, killing well over a million people in the process."

Azulakas

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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Rei Khan wrote:Rei pouted.

Thomas smiled. "He's a baby."

Kara gave a smile.

"Very good!" Kyra replied.

(Ye!)

Macy laughs. “Well, he didn’t feel this small when I was carrying him around for the last nine months... I thought he would be bigger than that.”

Noelle keeps on filming her.

Kira smiles. “Good, I’m glad you like it. I basically grew up on this stuff.” She laughs softly.

(Lol welp I guess I’m going to go ahead and start this then)
One night after falling asleep Casey hears a distant voice, a little girl’s voice... she’s singing a song, he only catches bits and pieces of the words but the melody is soft and sad.
...land far... and pancakes...beautiful place...I wish... the world to mend...war...transcend...lonely feeling never ends...Kansas...friend.
The same melody keeps repeating over and over, the little girl is just singing, singing to him.

Tyramon wrote:The girl accepted the water.
"Thanks. My name is Corali. I'm a witch from Tyramon."
She pauses for a moment.
"Well, a witch apprentice, technically."

“Tyramon?” Luca tilts his head. “You’re a long way from home. How did you wind up all the way here, and as a dog no less?”

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The Military State of Tyramon

North South North West Kansas wrote:“Tyramon?” Luca tilts his head. “You’re a long way from home. How did you wind up all the way here, and as a dog no less?”

"I..."
Corali looked down in shame.
"I'm on the run. I can change my body - shapeshift - at will, so I shifted form into a dog to hide, and to run farther."

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The Conflicted Warzone of Rei Khan

North South North West Kansas wrote:Macy laughs. “Well, he didn’t feel this small when I was carrying him around for the last nine months... I thought he would be bigger than that.”

Noelle keeps on filming her.

Kira smiles. “Good, I’m glad you like it. I basically grew up on this stuff.” She laughs softly.

(Lol welp I guess I’m going to go ahead and start this then)
One night after falling asleep Casey hears a distant voice, a little girl’s voice... she’s singing a song, he only catches bits and pieces of the words but the melody is soft and sad.
...land far... and pancakes...beautiful place...I wish... the world to mend...war...transcend...lonely feeling never ends...Kansas...friend.
The same melody keeps repeating over and over, the little girl is just singing, singing to him.

“Tyramon?” Luca tilts his head. “You’re a long way from home. How did you wind up all the way here, and as a dog no less?”

Thomas nodded. "Makes sense."

"Anything in specific you need?" Kara asked.

"I know, you're Kansan." Kyra replied.

Casey jolted awake. "What is that?" He muttered. "Maybe Carissa nows?"

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Tyramon wrote:Witta nodded.
"Well, again, morals may vary. I suppose then you would only give help to those who want it?"

"I suppose so...but everyone would be given fair access to help."

She looked to the side.

"Look, people need to live long and happy lives, free to do as they wish. If they seek help, they should be able to find it, and shouldn't be afraid of getting help."

North South North West Kansas wrote:

“I’m not going to war,” Carissa says, “the whole point of me doing this in the first place is so that Kansas never has to go to war. Because unlike you, I’ve actually died in a war. But now I’m back, and I have the chance to make sure that it doesn’t happen to anyone else.”

(Lol It’s up to you I guess, I’m good either way)

Tsarina slapped Carissa...well...tried to; her hand passed through her face.

"Oh so I haven't suffered from war? at least you still have your damn siblings, at least you've a country, at least your people arent actively being slaughtered. You are not going to do this you self conceited, narcissistic, obsessed, dumb, immature, woman."

Harold took a second step back after looking between the two.

*******

(I dunno lol...um...lemme think for a bit k?)

Roxium wrote:-snip-

"Rules are rules; end of the world or not." The woman said firmly, still not backing down. "Besides, it's probably best to not destroy Augusta in the process of saving this damn planet. And do you really think that two flimsy ass agents will be able to protect you from us? We arent afraid; we overthrew one bunch of tyrants, we're more than happy to add a few more to the list."

She paused, her lips pursed.

She reached across to an intercom (one of four) and pressed a button.

"Henrietta, Williams, confiscate the agent's weapons until they leave the complex."

"That won't do-"

"Oh i'm sorry are you upset about having your trust breeched? Jeez, I sure don't know how that feels." The woman replied, her voice laden with venom. "Here's a novel concept," she continued, "how about as a token of good will you follow the damn rules of my building-"

"But he has already wiped out-"

"I know he has," the woman said viciously, "i know...but nothing is going to bring those people back; do you want a rushed job under duress, or a good job under mutually beneficial aggrements, because the fact of the matter is if you treat us like the rest of your government's slaves, we will not work with you...plain and simple...and if an external member attacks a gang of New Franco, all of New Franco gets involved and i daresay your general public will not be too happy about attacking a bunch of innocent people now."

She gestured to the two militia who walked through the door.

"They will hold onto your weapons while you are in the building, when you leave the building you will get your weapons back, those are the rules, thats how they've always been, thats how it's been for everyone, you will also follow the rules because we do not care. You could be the goddamn queen of kansas and i would still tell you to follow the rules. You do not get special provisions, end of the world or not, do you understand."

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The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:"I suppose so...but everyone would be given fair access to help."

She looked to the side.

"Look, people need to live long and happy lives, free to do as they wish. If they seek help, they should be able to find it, and shouldn't be afraid of getting help."

Witta nodded.
"Indeed. I agree with that."

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Tyramon wrote:Witta nodded.
"Indeed. I agree with that."

Alena paused.
"Do you know much of...well...your biological parents?"

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Zoninite

Roxium wrote:

the man, now seething in anger, looking at the Gun's parts slowly go dark, decides to give up and focuses on his new plan to revitalize Zoninite. it was lucky that this wasnt the only Gun in the vicinity. in fact, another Gun was approaching right now. the war with the Primeari caused many of these weapons to exist, and the weakness of these weapons made them nearly undetected, unless if you were using the right gear, and had the access code, which also allowed for you to know of the exact coordinates of these other Guns. Sadly, most of these were low on power, but if only he could siphon some of that energy...
the Man looked at another screen shown to him, recordings of various drones staring directly at a floating mass of golden shards.

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The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:Alena paused.
"Do you know much of...well...your biological parents?"

Witta shook her head.
"No, I never knew them. I was too young to remember. Or maybe I knew them as a witch and just never realized it, I don't know."

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Tyramon wrote:Witta shook her head.
"No, I never knew them. I was too young to remember. Or maybe I knew them as a witch and just never realized it, I don't know."

Alena nodded slowly.
"Thats fair...did you have many friends growing up as a witch?"

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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Tyramon wrote:"I..."
Corali looked down in shame.
"I'm on the run. I can change my body - shapeshift - at will, so I shifted form into a dog to hide, and to run farther."

“Ah.” Lucas nods, understanding. “What are you running from? Maybe we can help you?”

Rei Khan wrote:Thomas nodded. "Makes sense."

"Anything in specific you need?" Kara asked.

"I know, you're Kansan." Kyra replied.

Casey jolted awake. "What is that?" He muttered. "Maybe Carissa nows?"

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)

Aerlanica wrote:

Tsarina slapped Carissa...well...tried to; her hand passed through her face.

"Oh so I haven't suffered from war? at least you still have your damn siblings, at least you've a country, at least your people arent actively being slaughtered. You are not going to do this you self conceited, narcissistic, obsessed, dumb, immature, woman."

Harold took a second step back after looking between the two.

*******

(I dunno lol...um...lemme think for a bit k?)

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)



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The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:Alena nodded slowly.
"Thats fair...did you have many friends growing up as a witch?"

Witta shook her head.
"No, just one. I knew her first when we were both apprentices."

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

Corali shook her head sadly.
"No, you can't help. Not more than you already have."
She looked at Luca and Isabelle.
"I guess now that you know I am actually human, you probably won't let me stay."

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The Socialist Republic of New Drachma

North South North West Kansas wrote:Kansas easily lets the subject drop, not wanting to push Drachma.

Kansas gives Rei a little glance, something along the lines of “give her a little space”, and then turns to Azulakas. “It’s okay, Azulakas. Why don’t you swing by my breakfast cafe later, I can make you whatever you’d like and we can talk more there, okay?”

Lucas just watches in fascination, as Isabelle gets up to go get some food and water for when she wakes up.

Macy smiles and looks at their son. “Wow... he’s a lot smaller than I thought he would be...”

Noelle smiles brightly and brings the camera in closer to Kara’s face.

Kira eats the food with a smile. “So... what do you think?”

(Sounds good. I kept meaning to ask about him lol. We can definitely use him, that works out perfectly ;P)

Carissa shakes her head. “I literally have no guts, and it’s not your decision!”

(I don’t know. Someone’s gotta make the first move XD)

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

"Someone gonna squish that"

Azulakas
Rei Khan

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The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas

Tyramon wrote:Witta shook her head.
"No, just one. I knew her first when we were both apprentices."
Corali shook her head sadly.
"No, you can't help. Not more than you already have."
She looked at Luca and Isabelle.
"I guess now that you know I am actually human, you probably won't let me stay."

Isabelle shrugs. “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here for a while, although I don’t have a ton of space.”
“I’m going back home to Kansas tomorrow for another round of chemo so you’re welcome to come home with me if you want,” Luca offers. “Me and my brother Ken have plenty of space, it’s really no trouble.”

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

"Someone gonna squish that"

Azulakas
Rei Khan

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

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The Military State of Tyramon

North South North West Kansas wrote:Isabelle shrugs. “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here for a while, although I don’t have a ton of space.”
“I’m going back home to Kansas tomorrow for another round of chemo so you’re welcome to come home with me if you want,” Luca offers. “Me and my brother Ken have plenty of space, it’s really no trouble.”

Corali tilted her head.
"Another round of...what?"

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

North South North West Kansas wrote:-snip-

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.

Tyramon wrote:Witta shook her head.
"No, just one. I knew her first when we were both apprentices."

Alena nodded.
"Were you close?"

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The Socialist Republic of New Drachma

North South North West Kansas wrote:Isabelle shrugs. “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here for a while, although I don’t have a ton of space.”
“I’m going back home to Kansas tomorrow for another round of chemo so you’re welcome to come home with me if you want,” Luca offers. “Me and my brother Ken have plenty of space, it’s really no trouble.”

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

"it's Nifrous Antorus, Venomous."

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The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:Alena nodded.
"Were you close?"

Witta nodded.
"Fairly close, I suppose so, yes."

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The Occupied Territory of Aerlanica

Tyramon wrote:Witta nodded.
"Fairly close, I suppose so, yes."

Alena nodded.
"Thats nice."

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The Republic of Monsone

Roxium wrote:-snip-

Aerlanica wrote:-snip-

Roxium wrote:-snip-

Loguko, Shinguaki

Unlike the can of soda, the four-pack of soda finds itself actually being consumed. The police officers sample it and seem to have mixed feelings about it. At least one of the officers each take the absolutist position of either loving or hating the beverage while the others take more nuanced positions. By in large, most of the officers find the soda to be of acceptable taste and quality despite tasting like strawberries with a hint of cherries. Not a bad combination, but certainly a bit odd.

The Shingukaian authorities for their part begin to leave treats behind for the Cicada agents. The most common such treat is a large two-liter bottle of green tea. Lacking sweetening, the tea contrasts with the sugary sweetness of the sodas. Another common treat is a packet of salted plums and apricots which taste much as they ought to taste: incredibly salty with fruity hints once the dried fruit has been sufficiently rehydrated with saliva. It is an acquired taste, to say the least. A treat commonly found is a cylindrical packet of chips. With a colorful label, the chips were proclaimed to be barbeque flavored and indeed were barbequed flavored; Shingukai Barbeque flavored. That means a mix of soy sauce, sesame oil, onion, shallot, and garlic as being the dominant flavor pallet of the chips alongside hints of pork. The chips themselves were shockingly made from a mix of corn and potato meal. The final common treat found was roasted corn tea, which tasted exactly like tasted corn soaked in water and ever so slightly sweetened with corn syrup.

Culinary escapades aside, the authorities were still looking for Cicada agents without much success. The second hidden camera is found after some time and effort and again, was promptly removed before disappearing into sparks and smoke like the first hidden camera. Clearly, there was some sort of cat and mouse game at play.

Monsonian Varlokaria, Monsone

Footsteps; probably from someone around 193cm in height and weighing about 90 kilograms. Each step was meticulous, and each step was calculated. From a dark corner of the hanger emanated a voice filled with disgust and vitriol. It was an unmistakable voice to Iblion, one he really could never forget.

"Article VIII of the constitution: No individual in the government may pursue an alliance, international agreement, or treaty of any sort without its ratification by both houses of Parliament. If the subject in question fails to pass a parliamentary vote, it can be resubmitted in an edited manner in perpetuity unless the said motion is banned by a parliamentary vote. Failure to abide by these proceedings must trigger the immediate suspension and removal of the official or officials in question." As these words were uttered, Geiger emerged from the shadows, dressed in a dinner jacket with matching pants, a red low-cut waistcoat, and a black bow tie.

"Did you just come from dinner?" Asked Mezer as he glanced over at Geiger.

"Of course not." Responded Geiger as he twirled a slick black cane.

"What on earth is even going on here?" Krause asked before saying: "This is beyond my own desires for the day."

"Did you miss me?" Asked Iblion in a teasing manner.

"I've been looking forward to your demise for too long at this point." Grumbled the president. "It looks like I may finally have my way."

As Geiger said this, he pulled out a large pistol. He cocked it and then aimed it squarely at Iblion, who simply grinned. He seemed amused by the idea of getting shot, thrilled by the prospect of somebody not learning their lesson. However, there was no emotion on the president's face. Cold, stoic, and emotionless. Then, just as suddenly as he'd pulled out the pistol, Geiger uncocked it and put it down, partially to the surprise of Iblion. He half expected to get shot and then laugh at the foolishness of the president. Sighing, it was clear the president was thinking about something deeply and almost philosophically. It took him little time to come to some sort of conclusion.

"Why do I even bother with a gun?" He rhetorically asked. "You're not going to be felled by a mere bullet."

"I'm not." Iblion's grin had grown larger.

"What on earth has gotten into him?" Asked Krause in a whisper.

"He's playing the long game," Mezer responded in a silent tone of voice.

"I cannot beat you; it simply isn't possible." The president bowed his head.

"What on earth is going on?" Luka blurted out.

"When will it end?" Mumbled Andrea as she stared at the president.

"So are you going to sign the treaty?" Iblion's grin had been with an annoyed facial expression as he realized Geiger had been stalling him for some reason.

"No." Geiger silently said as he straightened himself, now staring Iblion in the eyes.

"Dear god." Szraijetkoff said.

"So what are you going to do? Keep blustering? More bull%$#&?" Asked Iblion in an uninspired and almost downright bored manner.

"Wrong. I'm going to defeat you." Retorted Geiger, his voice heavy from the rage it contained. "I'm going to rip your attoms apart and scatter them into the depths of the seventh circle of the inferno of hell without so much as a second thought to your opinion."

"And how are you going to do that?" Iblion cackled.

"By becoming more powerful than you could ever hope to become." An icy voice suddenly said, its tone shaking the room to its core. One could be mistaken for thinking the voice sounded like Geiger's, but the fact of the matter was that even Geiger seemed shocked by the voice.

"Blood was shed for this land; not your blood. The blood price was paid, with Monsonian blood. This is not your land, this is will never be your land, and it will not be the land of the masters you serve." Coldly and snidely the voice prepared itself to spit in Iblion's face. Without much consideration for the repercussions, continued after a monetary pause. "Ironic isn't it, that you serve a master despite your seemingly limitless power. It must haunt you to think about the lies you espouse about power when you are beholden to a weak and pathetic mortal. How pathetic it must be to find oneself in such a circumstance. I'd rather die the most painful and shameful death than submit myself to the will of the pathetic excuse for an emperor you happen to serve."

"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME?!" Iblion roared, the provocations from the voice certainly striking a nerve. "YOU?! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, BUT YOU SOUND PATHETIC!"

"Oh you childish little fool." Smugly the voice said at the insults. "Be careful who and what you call pathetic. You're just the pot calling the kettle black."

"Where are you?!" Snapped Iblion in a slightly more modulated tone of voice. "I'll kill you!"

"Kill me? That is a bold claim to make." Echoing, the voice spoke in a cold and distant tone of voice. "May have tried, and all have failed because I paid the blood price to be forged in the fires of war. I am the offspring of my ancestor's blood, I have been tempered in the horrors of combat, and I am the very walls that surround you now. I am the very air you breathe, the very ground you stand on, the very atmosphere that surrounds you."

"Are you some kind of Celestial?" Iblion asked, genuinely curious at this point.

"No." Curtly the voice responded before a noticeable change in the air occurred, almost like a drop in temperature only it didn't get colder. Everything just felt emptier and less vivid. "I know who I am; do you?"

Standing in front of Iblion was a slightly blob-like sphere roughly 1.5 meters in diameter and equally as tall. Covered perfectly in a monsonian flag, the sphere had two eyes and no mouth, yet could still speak. It stared with apathetic eyes at Iblion, eyes that told the story of war, death, destruction, suffering, loss, triumph, dedication, fury, passion, and struggle. Those eyes sent a shiver down Iblion's spine, and he couldn't quite tell why.

"Tell the Royal Emperor to stop being so underhanded in his negotiating tactics. Nobody is stupid enough to be fooled by a narcissistic devil-like creature that cannot help but pivot between aggrandizing itself, causing unnecessary suffering, and seeking out a sexual conquest." Said the thing. "On second thought, I just told him. Forget about everything I said, Iblion. Your master already heard it all. No need for the messenger to relay the message."

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