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Originally Posted by Jonny
So when exactly does this take place, in May, or November?
Why the f'ck did I wrote "25th November"?
I'll change it.
Ah, so it's supposed to be in May, alrighty :D
Also, will the UEN fight against Russia, or will they go against something else?
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It's been a while, have a new part! ;)
FTA: Curse of the Devil - Crinale 2210-12
>log09: 22100605
Tuesday, June 5th, 2210
"It appears that several nations are forming an alliance, called the Union of European Nations. These nations are: The Kingdom of Savoy, the Swiss Confederation, the Sicilian Republic, the Republic of Lombardy, the Republic of Spain, UK, Ireland, Italy, the Catalonian Republic, Portugal, th-"
"Since when was Portugal part of Europe?!" Viktor cut Pawel off.
"...Since always?" Pawel explained, confused.
"No, it's not. It's called the Union of European Nations. Europe. Portugal, Not Europe. You see now?"
"СЛАБОУМНЫЙ!* Portugal IS part of Europe."
"Hey, I was just telling you of the error."
"But there is no error! Now if I may continue, there are more nations: The Republic of Genua,"
As Pawel said that, Viktor mouthed "What?". Pawel didn't notice, and so, continued.
"The Czech Republic, Sweden, Norway and... Finland. The ones who came up with the idea, and I'm assuming are the leaders of the alliance is the German Confederation."
"Of course, only something as large as GK** could ever have the possibility of doing something like this. Hmmm, when was this made public?"
"May 28th."
Considering it was over a week since the announcement, this made Viktor somewhat angry.
"THE 28TH?! THAT WAS A WEEK AGO! You waited a whole week to tell us this?! WHY?!"
"We... err... felt that it did not affect you. As far as we're concerned, it doesn't."
"It doesn't? Just remember who's building your 'Supercraft', you foolishly foolish fool! Grrrr... Is there anything else you can, or, should, tell me?"
"No." Pawel said simply, he was getting rather angry himself. Again.
"Then get out of my sight."
<<CONNECTION TERMINATED>>
"Time and time again, that man disappoints me, angers me. How much longer do I have to work for that stupid imbecile?!"
*Слабоумный (Slaboumnyy) is something that means imbecile, moron, adjectives like that.
**GK is the acronym of the Russian translation of German Confederation, Германский Конфедерация (Germanskiy Konfederatsiya).
Viktor didn't had good marks in geography, right? XD
Pfffffft! Viktor and Geography are like me and Math! :lol
*Dies of overlaugh*
Ohhh, Genoa is a city in Italy. Oops.
Sure, let's go with the fact that Viktor has no idea what Genoa is. :P
EDIT: Erm, it's actually more like I fail Geography. Portugal IS part of Europe. Let me edit that part... :paperbag
No no! Leave! It gives a more comedic effect like that! :lol
Ok, ok. Should I edit it so that Pawel notices the mistake?
Yea, good idea xD
Well, I've done that already. Enjoy! :D
If I'm not too late to the party, I found another Ace Combat reference in Snake's chapters. ZOE is a thing there too, apparently.
Didn't I previously wrote something like that?
Maybe, I don't know. I couldn't be bothered going back and looking through 70-ish pages just to find if anyone had mentioned it.
@Jonny is right! You or @Jonny already told it somewhere here xD
Or at least just mentioning without a link...
FTA: Curse of the Devil - Crinale 2210-12
>log10: 22100611
Sunday, June 11th, 2210
22:28:57
<despair-syndrome | masafumi takada_>
The clicking of heels on pavement broke the usual noise of traffic passing by the dark alleyway. The woman was seemingly the first one there, ahead of the meeting time of 22:30. However, her keen sense of hearing told her otherwise. Quickly, she spun around, pulling an odd looking thing from her jacket and stopping mid-spin, ready to attack the man following her.
Quickly, calmly, the man began to speak, "Gamma, Omicron, Five".
Realising what his words meant, she reciprocated, "Sigma, Sigma, 17". However, she did not move from her stance, still grasping the object tightly. "You know, walking behind me like that will be detrimental to your health, if you know what I mean." She then pushed a button on the handle of the automatic knife she was holding, causing the blade to spring open.
"Sorry, won't happen again... well, from me, at least. I assume you know when you're flying out?"
She then relaxed, closing the knife and putting it away. "Yes. I have been closely observing my subject for quite some time now, learning every single thing about them. I shall still be observing them, right until I am to fly out on the date you know of."
"July 15, yes."
"Exactly. From then on, if I have it correctly, I am to stay there, collecting information for Project: Despair."
"Great. Now, I've got a report on that thing you're after." The man said, handing a folder over to the woman.
After opening it, and skimming through the pages, she closed it, seemingly satisfied. "Fantastic."
"Hey, what's going on here?" A homeless person came running up to them. "What are you doing in my hom-"
<second scout | autechre_>
PANG!
She fired what seemed to be a small gun at the man, killing him instantly, simply saying, "No."
"Sh*t, SNEŽANA! You just left behind evidence!" The man said
"If I was using a conventional gun, yes. The bullet can be used against me. This thing, however." She waved it in her hand, "This does not take standard bullets, nor does it use gunpowder. It's a rather unique device that, I must admit, I have grown quite fond of." She then slipped it back into her pocket. "Besides, does that hobo think he can best me? In all honesty, I was doing him a favor, putting him out of his misery."
"You really are good at convincing arguments, I have no idea what to think now."
"All part of my training. You can not be a good spy if you are not the ultimate human." She then looked at her watch, pressing a few buttons on it. "Well, I must be off. Things to do, people to see, despair to be caused." That caused the man to laugh. She then pointed at the corpse. "Besides, I don't want to be here when that thing starts decomposing, even though it smells like it is already."
"Yeah, I'd better get out of here too. Well then, goodbye Snežana. Or should I say... Ms. Kotova."
That may or may not be a new character. There is only one other person besides me who knows about the woman. Who that person is, well, you know who you are.
Thanks for the accepting guys, so here the two Parts in the middle of the Part 59 with in a Character of mine and one of @Jonny. I hope it won't mess too much with the others ideas, so I will stick strictly with the events happening in the past Parts and so on.
Good reading! ^^
***Quote:
Originally Posted by Jonny
A silent group of people dressed mostly in black, passes there around the ruined part, devastated by the intenses battles. The pale reddish light of the still burning city and their white candles lit up are their only lights to keep walking down the streets.
One woman seems the “Leader” of this cortege.
They are civils, not more soldiers to keep the fragile border nor other enemies to shot down. Men, women, elder, but not a chilren in sight, maybe for keep them alive at least or to don’t scare or make them sadder further.
The Leader stop walking, as well as the rest.
“We are already here, show me the photos and names.”
The voice is calm but with a shade of conolcence for them.
In few she was fulfilled by little or big photos, pieces of dresses or personal jewels of the lost ones. She humbly thanks them one by one.
They back to walk toward the field.
A French woman was with them and begin to intoning what kind of melody in sign of her desperation, others follows her as well,
Tristes apprêts,
pâles flambeaux,
Jour plus affreux que les ténèbres
Astres lugubres des tombeaux
Non!
Je ne verrai plus
que vos clartés funèbres...1
And so on.
“Poor woman! I heard she lost her son and brother here!”
Said one next to.
“I lost my daughter, but maybe she’s not here, is that what I hope”
Said another.
"My son was here too as well as Mercenary however, he needed more money to built his family, wife at home waiting for a child..."
Said an elder man there.
Their tattles about their devastated lives at low voices were lastly interrupted by the Leader there.
“Never lose hope! For how many times I’ve did it, quite many I found survived, even if they were with bad injuired.”
Their arrival was marked by a little group of German soldier, there to keep away any enemy, curious civils or the feared jackals.
“Halt! Wer bist du? Was machen Sie hier? Gehen Sie zurück zu Ihrem Zuhause!”2
His words were meacing but in sign to don’t let begin any mess.
A german guy there went next to the Leader and speaks about what he said.
She nods.
"Ask him if he can speak English."
"Sure."
The guy went to the soldier and said that. The soldier nods yes and repeats the beware in the asked language.
The Leader shows up while leaving the black veil off her face, looking the soldier direcly and serious.
“I am here in comfort the livings with their deaths. Let us pass, the night will protect us more than you could think.”
“Is too dangerous milady, French, Russians or other enemy soldiers may still stay up to shoot anything in their sight.”
The Woman backs with a certain anger toward him.
“There is this ceasefire or not? They really need to shoot also what they believe is deadly? Their families? Innocents? Look! The roads are only fullfilled of dead bodies!"
She takes a breath, then points out toward her group and continue.
"All they wanna is to take them and give them at least a humble and dignified burial!”
The soldier remains silent, then speaks next to a companion there and goes away with, back only in around five minutes.
“We give you the permission if at least you all will be accompanied by us.”
The Woman accepted, as well as the others, and the court back to move on the field.
She takes out from her bag a little luminous thing and it remains in her left hand, a penduline3.
In that night, it “felt” in total fifty bodies, thanks with those little objects and pictures. Only five were still alive.
1:
Wistful Preparations-Castor and Pollux; Act II, Scene II, first part-
Pale torches
Day, even more dreadful than darkness
The stars as dismal as graves
No!
I see nothing
but the lights of your funeral.
2: "Who are you? What are you doing here? Go back to your homes!"
(I will try to trust Google XD)
3: Dowsing/kind of Rabdomancy Divination method.
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Part 59.2: Hail Madison
And this is the second last part, enjoy! ^^
May 22, 2210 (Morning)
Germany, around Bonn
[Tonight I Think I Die ]
The civils are gone in their homes now, and the Leader, now again an ordinary civil as them, is back again in her home, a simply caravan.
She is taking another cup of tea while organizing again her stuff to back at home, her beloved island above Sicily, tired to see, hear and feel more deaths and injuired, tears, screams and pain of various natures. She really hate war, since ever, in history and on her skin of those 10 years in the ‘70, but what she can do? Nothing, only help as much as she can.
SLAM SLAM SLAM!
The door was almost unhinged under these three hits.
A voice as loud as them was hearable not too late.
“Open this door, or I’ll shot it down with you as well!”
She remains almost freezed on place for the fear, but in a blind hope she opens it and remain there.
Fleebly she spoke out some words.
“Y-Yes sir?”
The man shows up a kind of Badge and aggressively he says toward her.
“Under the permission of the still-on-power Madison Larough, you, Ramaela De Rosa, will follow me to stay in her court in France for an undefined amount of time.
You only MUST accept.”
Ramaela stay still with an opphressant sense of being terrified, as never before, nodding lastly a yes.
*May the Gods help me in my choose…*
“Good. Prepare yourself and follow me, we must go around 30 minutes, no less, no more.”
During that night in fact she felt like watched by someone, and her senses were right, again.
She nods once more and quickly she pulls down two bags to prepare them.
***
May 22, 2210 (Afternoon)
France, N/A
“I ever found France pretty neat when I was younger, but not their people, are we sure I must stay there? There’s not even bidets!”
Ramaela never lose the humor even in these situations, but deep inside she's kinda frightened.
The man in black growls lowly and back bitterly.
“Shut up woman, your sense of humor is insignificant as you may be.”
The old woman frowns in anger for the offence and "attack" him back!
“Hey! Watch out your own words, man, or I swear-!”
A gun lays on her forehead. The man smiled coldly.
“Or what? You will throw on me Fairy Dust? Speak less, it will save you, I promised to Her that you’d be still alive under Her presence.”
Ramaela glared the man and remained silent as he said, hugging more her personal bag while watching him back in his seat.
The Helicopter arrived down the Base who knows where, she was mostly blindfolded all the travel.
***
[ Battle with the Red Queen ]
There at the “Court” finally.
The Hall was not too big not too little, in a square, like a dimension of a little chapel where at the sides there are the “faithful” men and women of Larough, and in the frontal wall of the room, like freezed on the place with a profound austerity, Her, Madison, looking her with a calmly, brutal gaze, that almost seems to say “Bow. To. Me.”.
And that was the thing requested, but since she wasn’t doing it and even she dares to looks her directly, another threat was sufficient. Kneeled down in front of her, gazed lowed...Rosa smiled.
“What is so funny to smile, Ramaela?”
Madison said without too much emotion, her eye was simply in a deep dark red, a bit widen in waiting the answer.
With her typical sarcasm, Ramaela answered.
“Aviu Madison, china di grazia, u' Signuri è cu tia.”
A weird silence fell.
Madison bends foward from her seat and hissed loudly toward her face
“What the acutally fu*k did you said!?”
Still smiling, Ramaela backs
“Oh, nothing more than a blessing, Mea Domina1.”
“In fact she said: Hail Madison, full of grace, the Lord is with thee…”
Said a man next to her who understood the Sicilian Dialect.
Larough back composed on her seat, and speaks normally again.
“Very well, I accept it.
So, as you may have understood, you are here to show me your portent in your job, fortune-teller and weird things like that, right?”
“Yes, Mea Domina.”
“What you can do honestly?”
She smiles weirdly, kinda scaring and wide, but without showing the teeth.
“I can predict the future with my Divinations, Cartomancy mostly.”
“And that ridicolous ball in glass? Can you that too? You can? EH?”
She said and laughs almost maniacally, the others laughs as well but more decently.
Suddently a sign of her hand and her fierecely face put everyone back dead silent.
Ramaela back to speaks.
“No, I can’t, my sight is not as good as when I was younger and I never find it so trustful as my Cards honestly."
She remained silent and stands up, saying with a certain pride toward her.
"I predicted the Wars of this times, I predicted many disasters in lifes and events, I saw things that no human will get.”
Madison looks her like not so impressed as she leaned her cheek on her hand.
“Oh really? Demostrate it.”
“I only need a room, Mea Domina, a peaceful one where I can show you proper.”
“Then a room you get. All out this hall, immediately!”
All the members went out the hall as she breathed, so only Ramaela and Madison remained there.
The doors were closed behind.
“Well well, let me settle the table then.”
A purple veil in silk as table cloth, an incense stick and a white candle, then her Cards lastly.
In a couple of minutes, the Divination begun.
Her predictions were all right in her past, the school, the relationships with the Bovier Family, the murders of Henry Assange and Jana, the fall into the insanity, the constantly fights in herself, the War under her point of view a bit...
It was enough for her.
“Shut up SHUT UP!”
She ended moaning with her hands in her hair, almost to ripping them off.
“Is enough... ENOUGH! HOW THE FU*K YOU KNOW ALL THIS!?”
She slammed her fists on the table, staring her with her now bloody red eye.
Ramaela gulped in a mix of fear and nervousism, stammering lowly in the failing try to calm her.
“I-Is all my ability of this Sixt-Sense the Cartomant have and-”
“SILENCE! Get out...NOW, NOW!”
Madison was like furious, but at all she doesn’t know why.
Without thinking twice, Ramaela quickly folded the veil that worked as simply table cloth with her cards, picked away the incense and candle to put them inside her bag, and finally went out the room.
All the members outside were nervous as well for her shouts, one woman gets close to De Rosa and pats her shoulder.
“When she’ll calm down, she’ll call you back, in the meanwhile I show you where you may stay, ok?”
Ramaela nodded yes, she is crying without feeling it, at least are venting tears of this indeed terrible day. All she needs now is only a bed where to rest her limbs and mind.
***
23 May 2210 (Morning)
Meeting Room2
[ Dr. Dee Part 1 ]
She finally rested, but the nervousism keeps to stay living in her, is really this famous Madison who killed that poor German girl, the Reichskanzlerin Jana von Bovier?
She was called again by her to meet again, but now in an another room, looks like a meeting room, maybe she was more willed to know more from her.
Madison seems back normal as well, leaving the fact her motionless face keeps stay on her face.
"Sit down, Ramaela, and tell me about the sorts of this War."
*Wonderful, now she asked me something that will ends between my life or death with only one answer...*
She was sighing inside, but then she stops a moment to looks around the room...
*I don't like even this room, I feel a stinking smell of...something rotten. Is too heavy, the incense is not having so much effect too... something went wrong here.*
She thoughts while feeling weird and more disturbed in this room.
"Yes, Mea Domina, I will gladly tell you, but I am able to predict events not too far, just...just let me see..."
The young woman seems enjoying her fear, like she planned everything to see her mentally and physically in pain, for her this was quite pleasuring in itself.
"Thanks."
And back to smile widely, in waiting for the results.
The cards were settled down, the silence fell as Ramaela thinks about what to tell and takes a breath, back serious as the first tarot reading.
"Mea Domina, I feel that not too far from now, the Powers will unite in a one, great Power, never seen since the end of the II World War, France will be even more isolated for that-"
"When?"
Madison's eye went more reddish while interrupting the Cartomant.
"Uhm..."
Ramaela looks around her books and reads as quick as possible.
"B-Between 25-30 of this month, M-Mea Domina..."
"Oh, this close? That's too bad, more precise?"
She knew an answer like that, but she couldn't with all this precision.
"I-I can't, but is in a date around that, s-stay sure about!"
"Hmm...Good. More you see?"
"The fall of a King, for his powers he will fell, as the Weel turns around to everyone...I don't know who nor when however.
Oh! The same guy of your past will back, and is at the leading of this union."
"Wonderful! A King will fell! HA!
Oh, maybe I know that "guy" you're talking about...that impotent filthy..."
She shakes off her head and up a hand.
"That's sufficient for me, Ramaela. Now you can go."
"Thanks, Larough."
She put all back in her bag and bows in front of her, but before she could go away Madison grabs her arm and start to elettrificy it, to give her enough pain to let her bow in front of her, with the other hand she catches her face and pulled her in front of hers, so that she could see how serious she's in her speech.
"Now dear remember this, now YOU BELONG TO ME, your powers and life! YES! Because NOW I have powers of LIFE AND DEATH to YOU! Hehehe, Death or Life? Life or death? EH? Hahaha!HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
An only tear fell on the old skin of Ramaela, frightened to death now more than in pain for the shock of her energy.
The catch lasted only few seconds, but for her was an eternity almost.
Finally freed she went out the Room almost running away, without looking behind that grinning face of an inhuman figure of a female.
In what disturbing adventure she fell in now?
1: Latin for "Milady"
2: The same Hall were Jana von Bovier was killed by her, in Part 51.
When you make a double post within a few minutes of each other, it gets added to the first post you make.
In any case, that was a really fantastic part! :clap
Ahh! I knew it somehow, thanks for the confirm xD
Glad to hear this! :D
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@Sara: Good part BTW