Oh God! This part was...brutal? Wrong or everyone in that Hall died so? D:
Oh! So glad to hear that you liked them! ^-^
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Oh God! This part was...brutal? Wrong or everyone in that Hall died so? D:
Oh! So glad to hear that you liked them! ^-^
Feeling very ispired, here a little part in the middle of the 60th Part! Enjoy!
2nd June 2210
Paris, France
The Cartomant was warned of the meeting kinda in late, but at least she hope that the "full of grace" wouldn't be mad, even if she knows she's doomed.
“Oh Gods! I hate these sudden meetings of the last minute, I am not anymore a runner, what they-"
Then screams.
Ramaela stopped on place as she sees a flaming elettric red coming out the ex plenar room and it dies in few.
*Oh no, she...she can’t have done it…!*
She thought in shock, but when she feels someone were coming out, certantly her, she hides behind a mobil and wait, praying she won’t notice her.
First the sound of heels coming out, then her voice, lastlytThe sound of a like-rumle after the thunder in distance, that told her to being able to get out the hiding place. She stands up and looks inside the room.
The scene in front appears to be really disturbing with those bodies all contorted by the violent death she gave to them, accompanied with a strong smell of burned meat.
She covers her nose and mouth with an hankerchief and slowly walks to see if at least someone is living.
All static.
Not three steps and on the ground she sees the three people who first wanted to rebelling to this “Eris”1, there she recognizes with bitterness that girl who first helped her to adapt in the court, the others she doesn't know. Her gaze lastly pass at the body of Madison, may understanding what happened.
*I feel that she's not dead yet, what a pity?*
She knees down and examines her body, opening lastly her eye to check the color. In her surprise is blue, a bad omen indeed: the good, human Madison was leftet to die in her body? Or is only a reaction of the scism?
Fleebly she says to the body, as she was still alive at all.
"You are forgiven."
And closes it to then give a humble hug to her, knowing that THIS IS the real Madison, not what went out of her.
"But not all of you will be."
She turns and shouts a kind of maledition.
"DIES IRAE! DIES IRAE! DIES IRAE!2
BECAUSE ALL THIS WILL BURN DOWN, AND IN THAT DAY YOU TOO, MADISON, WILL BE JUDGED AND PUNISHED!"
Then she tries to back normal, feeling a fainty voice in one of the seats.
"Help...help..." after some coughs.
Ramaela so quickly rushes to the place and check.
"Who's calling?"
"...h-here..."
Is a man, leaving the fact the severe injures, he seems pretty alive, maybe not for much.
"I am here, calm calm...what happened? "
"Two...three people stands up to rebel from the regime of Madison with guns and...and..killed back...so she thought all us were by...their side...so..." he suddently interrupts, coughing blood and gasping for air.
"So she killed you all."
She ends, frowning in anger.
"Y-Yes...please...she threatened our families...she wanted everyone fight back the Union...a-and kill any oppositors...tell to my family to go away...aghh..!"
Another cough with more blood and in the end he passed away.
She only could close his eyes and take his ID card to do so.
"Kill to feel stronger... may her God won't have ANY merci on her."
First she organizes in trying to save their families from her fury, if that may happen, thanks for the other IDs of the members in the hall; then she said to some remained still alive, hided before as her, to clean the room of all those bodies and have particular care for the one of Madison. Lastly, there is something very important to do, warn about the plans to someone, one competent with.
The idea fell to an old friend of date.
Went back in her room, she sits in front of her table and took out a little tablet.
"Good, I luckily brought with me this...thing and here I have the manual" She checks it.
" "Guida ai Tablet: per imbranati"...yes, is this one." Something slipped down from it, a post-it.
"...and his E-Mail! Yes! Now I can check if I can send to him what happened today without aaany particular problem...I hope."
After working alone for almost one hour of complicated opening and closing, finding again her account and open the Mail, she finally was able to text down the E-Mail and send it. She never felt so proud of herself as now.
"Thank you, thank you very much, Veritas!"
1: Eris is the Greek goddess of chaos, strife and discord.
2: Day of Wrath, Day of Wrath, Day of Wrath!
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Well, then, that was interesting! :D
Thanks go to Saramica12 for helping me out with Ramaela's lines in this part and the next. ^_^
FTA: Curse of the Devil - Crinale 2210-12
>log11: 22100602
Saturday, June 2nd, 2210
Somewhere in Perth, Australia
*bing, bong!1* Came the sound of his computer. It was the chime that sounded when he got a new e-mail. In a few quick movements, he had it opened, and was reading it.
"Wait, since when did she know how to send emails? Heh, nice job, Ramaela!" He commented upon seeing the sender of the e-mail.
To: Veritas (veritas@gmail.com)
From: Ramaela De Rosa (derosa1@gmail.com)
Subject: [No subject]
"Dear Veritas
You surely can be really proud of me now, here an E-Mail from me! But let's leave this apart, there's more serious things to say.
I am in the "court" of Madison Larough, for the fault of a spy, but no worries! I am fine, for now.
And right now she killed an amount of 90, maybe 100 people that were Politicians, Militars and other employees here. What one survivor told me is horrible: she wanna put on the army anyone who can use a weapon, and kill any opponent on her way. However I feel it won't happen at all, since the Generals and others who had the power to do that are died.
Her too, in a sense. She was gunned down by three people here, but her "soul" is still around.
I feel so lucky to had received the call of this reunion in late.
I am here writing in hoping to do not be discovered by her.
Bless
Ramaela De Rosa."
"Y... you... WHAT?!" The man known as 'Veritas' yelled at his computer screen, "Yeah, right, you're safe! I know what kind of person Larough is, and, from what I've read, it's not good at all! No, no, no, I'm going to save you! But first... what is this about Larough's soul still being around? I thought you did Divination, not... whatever it is you call the thing with ghosts, I don't know. Maybe I need to look into this person." He smirked, "And I thought I would not have to do this for a long time! Heh, yeah, right, how boring!"
After that, he closed down the e-mail, and set to work, looking into his new Person-of-Interest, Madison Larough. His hacking skills made it so that it wasn't long before he uncovered all of the information about her, including...
"Wait, she died once before?!" He gasped in surprise. He was, of course, talking about the incident which caused Madison to gain her powers of manipulating the electricity her 'soul' was comprised of. Deeper and deeper he went, until he realised exactly what Ramaela was talking about:
Madison, or her body, at least, had died. But her electrically-charged soul had a few brief moments to escape, and had done so. Full of understanding, Matt replied back:
To: Ramaela De Rosa (derosa1@gmail.com)
From: Veritas (veritas@gmail.com)
Subject: Re:[No subject]
"Ramaela,
I have looked into the matter, and you are not safe. This monster has killed countless lives before, and is extremely dangerous.
I will see you very soon,
Veritas"
After making sure the e-mail sent without any problems, he closed up his computer, changed into his old suit and set off.
1Sounds similar to the speed warning chime on a Toyota AE86.
I might as well post the 2nd part now, why not?
Once again, thanks to Saramica for providing me with Ramaela's lines!
FTA: Curse of the Devil - Crinale 2210-12
>log11.2: 22100603
Sunday, June 3rd, 2210
Paris, France
It wasn't long before 'Veritas' arrived in Paris. As soon as he was out of the airport and on French soil, he took out his phone and spoke into it.
"17:39 local time. I have just entered France. I'm beginning Operation Ares now. Finis Tradenda1." He then slipped his phone back into his pocket and started running in a random direction, his longcoat swishing behind him. After running for about a minute, he then realized something, stopped running and pulled his phone out again. "it's me. Maybe running in a random direction is not an ideal approach. I shall have to ask someone... oh. She did not specify where she is. HMAHAHAHA! Fair enough! I shall use... my skills! Finis Tradenda."
After popping into an internet cafe, setting up, and researching the exact location of the building in which Madison took over, and the location of himself, he then set off in the correct direction...
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'Veritas' put his back to the side of the main door, and took his phone out. "It's me. I'm right by the entrance to the building... of doom. Operation Ares has reached its thrilling climax: a fight to the death. Outnumbered heavily, I shall go so far as to sacrifice myself, all to save the one mortal I still call... M-My friend. F-Finis... Tradenda." He lost his composure, on the verge of breaking down, but had quickly regained it, ready for whatever lay beyond that door. He psyched himself up, and made to break it down, finding...
"Nothing...? Really? Ahem... well, then. Ramaela?" He called out. No response came. He walked around, finding that the bodies she mentioned were all taken care of. "There are bodies, like the e-mail stated. However, they seem to be treated, with sheets draped over them. Naturally, this seems to be her doing." He spoke into his phone, before running around the silent, near empty place, calling out Ramaela's name, over and over, until...
"Ou! Chi voli!?2" She said, not at all recognizing the voice. Hearing her, 'Veritas' ran over to where the voice came from, in a room off to the side of the main hall. He skidded to a halt outside the room, his longcoat still swishing. He saw her, and she saw him...
"Matt!" She cried out. The true identity of the hacker 'Veritas' was Matt O'Reilly
"R-Ramaela? Oh, it's so good to see you! How are you doing?" He was relieved to find her alive and well.
"Ohh Matt! You'll never know in what kind of adventure I fell in!" She said excitedly.
"Adventure? You mean being held captive by Madison?"
"Ohh well, better say so a "Misadventure" indeed...I passed the worst week of my existence!" She said while shaking her head slowly in sadness. "But here you are! Madison is gone now..."
"Well, are you alright now? Do you want to talk about it, or something?"
"Yes yes, I am for my luck. What about you? Are you alright too?"
"Well, considering I had no-one to fight against, I feel pretty good, actually!"
"Ohh, wonderful! Very nice of you to come all alone to save me however, very appreciated..." She giggled.
"I didn't want to sit around, knowing that you were with such an evil person like Madison, and knowing that you could have died. So I did something about it. I came to save you."
"And you will have an award for that! Your coming here won't be wasted, you'll have a dinner here, in Paris!"
He was quite stunned at the thought of getting an award "R-really? An award? Ahem... anyway," He tried to change the subject, as he was getting slightly embarrassed, "Dinner. You mean... with you?"
"Let's take it as a celebration!"
"Alright... Let's do it! Wait... what celebration? The end of Madison's tyrannical reign?"
"And the ending of war! Now everyone wanna it ended, and it will happens, Ramaela says! Look around you..."
He did as she told him to, and looked around the building, before replying. "Y-yeah? All I see are bodies under sheets. So? Also, what do you mean by 'You say that war will end'?"
"No, not there...outside! Look the people, they want peace back! No one cares anymore who's the enemy or not, they want all this over."
Matt took a deep breath. "Yeah, I can believe that. They aren't the only ones who want peace... but it's only natural to want it, you know?"
"Yes, of course! Oh, wait, wait, a last King have to fall yet. Then really the war will be over!"
"A King? Who was that again?"
"I don't know as well but... looking the news, seems the Tsar there in Russia. But who knows?" She shrugged
"Yeah, that's true. But enough of that, let's celebrate! The end of an era, the beginning of something new!"
"That's the spirit, Matt! Amuninni3!"
1Google Translate tells me that it's "End of Transmission" in Latin, which means that it may or may not be "End of Transmission" in Latin. I try my best. :(
2 "Ehi! What do you want!?"
3"Let's go", plural sense
Aw, very nice parts! :D
Is even funny in the end! xD
Very well done! :D
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it, but it really would not have been this awesome or funny without your help! :D
You're very welcome Ace! :D
Wow, I'm on a roll! My mind is just bursting with ideas that I can actually write and post right now!
FTA: Curse of the Devil - Crinale 2210-12
>log12: 22100607
Thursday, June 7th, 2210
10:22:39
"Yes, who are you and what do you want?" Viktor spoke to the person who called him.
"I'd rather not tell you my name, however, I can tell you that I work high up enough that I know Tsar Pawel personally."
"And I'm king of all cosmos*. If I am to believe you, you shall have to provide proof."
The person on the other end quickly typed out a long sequence of letters and numbers, almost as if they just mashed the keyboard. It was, however, a secret code co-developed by only a few high ranking officials from both Crinale and the Russian Empire. Naturally, the code was not released, or even leaked, so the only people who weren't from Crinale would know about it were the high ranking Empire officials who co-developed it.
"Interesting... that is more than enough for proof. What can I help you with?"
"You see, Crinale are our allies, yet I don't know why Tsar Pawel has not given this information to you yet."
"Сука! He hid more information from me?!" Viktor exclaimed angrily.
"Willingly, too, it seems. We have had this information since the 3rd of this month. Taking into consideration the last news he hid from you took us a week to let him give you the info, I decided to take things into my own hands. from now on, I think it would be best if you had your own division devoted to providing you with all the news as it happens, as opposed to relying on the Tsar to fill you in weeks too late."
"I agree. A separate news and intel division would be beneficial to us. Thank you. Now, what is this information?"
"On the 2nd of June, Madison Larough was gunned down in her palace by 3 rebels. Unfortunately, she killed everyone in the room, about 100 officials including high-ranking politicians, soldiers, you name it. What happened after that... we don't know, but her death was confirmed on the next day, the 3rd. Oh, before I finish, there was one person who survived, we don't know how. In addition, she disappeared between the time of the incident and the 4th."
"So she finally died. How many times were there these stupid false alarms? One minute she's dead, the next she's still alive. [sigh], but what about this survivor, this person who disappeared. Surely you know where she went?"
"I don't, it's not in the report, but give me some time and I will be able to tell you."
"5:30pm. You have until then. I shall contact you at that time. Don't bother calling me at any other time, I will call you. Got that?"
"Y-yes sir. You will call me at 1730. Goodbye."
"Good day." Viktor said, ending the call.
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17:30:00
"Good evening, Mr. Antonov." The anonymous individual answered. "I have good news: I know who and where the missing person went."
"Fantastic! You are much better than Tsar Pawel."
"Uhh, thank you. Anyway, at 1740 local time on the 3rd, an elderly man entered the palace. At 1756, he exited with a woman. I can only assume that this woman is the survivor. They had dinner at 1821, and then she went back to the palace. The next day she went to Düsseldorf with Nico Bovier, then back to Paris on the 5th, where they moved the corpses. She attended a funeral on the 6th, then took a flight to Australia at 2000. She then entered Australia the next day at approximately 1745 local time."
"Right. Send some of your men after them, we need to question them!"
"Yes, right away, sir!"
*Please, please tell me you get this reference!