The Liquid Wallaby - Meanwhile, in the East (Closed)

[Barboneia]

"For all I know, my Earth for all intents and purposes could be in this universe. Maybe your people just haven't been trying hard enough." He shrugged. "And no, we've been trying for the last thirty years to try and get contact with extra-terrestrials, and we haven't received anything." He leaned in close, and brought his voice to a whisper. "But... I'll tell you this much. A certain message is transmitted every twenty-four hours at one of the stations. It's broadcasted in such a way that it can be intercepted by pretty much any other system. Including, possibly, yours. You'll know it's my planet's, because it says, in both English and Swedish, 'To any and all life out there, we are humans from the planet Earth. We wish to make contact, so that we may gain the understanding that there is more life out there. Please, if you receive this message, respond'." He leaned away, smiling. "Don't ask me how I know that. Technically, it was illegal for me to intercept that frequency, but now I think it will be for the greater good. I ask you... If you can, ask your people, back at their home planet, or star base, or whatever, ask them to try and look for the message, or see if they've received something like it, and... Get them to go to my planet. Or at least contact it. Your people are obviously advanced, right? They... I'm sure they'll be able to help my country... Well, my world, for the better, and hey, maybe my world will be able to help yours, too."

Omad listened in carefully, fully intrigued. "I assure you. If my people ever were to receive such a message, we'd surely respond promptly. Though, I'm not entirely sure how much an Earth-like world might be able to help the Holy Empire. I mean, we're quite literally a few thousand years more advanced than this one. Not bragging, of course!" He chuckled. "Though, that's not to say we could never learn from your home. Wherever it is."

Simon grinned. He patted Omad on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "That's good to hear... Omad. Very good." He took a sip of his water, and brushed some dust off of his hoodie.

Dom sat at the bar, his hand wrapped around a bottle of vodka. He looked towards the door as it opened, and his eyes widened. Speak of the devil, he thought. There she was. Ira. He slowly looked away, shaking his head. I don't think Ava will be happy...

[Ava Ire]

Ira sighed. "Well, that's good to know, I suppose." They walked up to the front doors of the establishment, and Ira stepped in, making sure to hold the door open for Torr.


Omad listened in carefully, fully intrigued. "I assure you. If my people ever were to receive such a message, we'd surely respond promptly. Though, I'm not entirely sure how much an Earth-like world might be able to help the Holy Empire. I mean, we're quite literally a few thousand years more advanced than this one. Not bragging, of course!" He chuckled. "Though, that's not to say we could never learn from your home. Wherever it is."

Torr nods to her as he enters, saying, "thanks." As he heads to the bar, Mikhail, who has just returned from the basement, takes notice and hastily salutes Torr, saying from across the room with a stammer, "c-comrade Tzar! I-it's a pleasure t-to see you here!" Torr stops and quickly salutes back, before asking, "you, uh... okay there, comrade?" "N-never better, tovarisch!"

Ira looked over at Mikhail. "And who might that be?" Ira asked Torr.

Omad listened in carefully, fully intrigued. "I assure you. If my people ever were to receive such a message, we'd surely respond promptly. Though, I'm not entirely sure how much an Earth-like world might be able to help the Holy Empire. I mean, we're quite literally a few thousand years more advanced than this one. Not bragging, of course!" He chuckled. "Though, that's not to say we could never learn from your home. Wherever it is."

Simon grinned. He patted Omad on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "That's good to hear... Omad. Very good." He took a sip of his water, and brushed some dust off of his hoodie.

Dom sat at the bar, his hand wrapped around a bottle of vodka. He looked towards the door as it opened, and his eyes widened. Speak of the devil, he thought. There she was. Ira. He slowly looked away, shaking his head. I don't think Ava will be happy...

Thankfully for Dom, and for Ava, Ira didn't seem to notice them. Yet. She was more preoccupied with speaking to Torr and his loud comrade.

Omad returned the smile. "Yes, quite good. Indeed." Omad, too, took a swig of his drink, feeling somehow happy that he had met this otherworldly man.

[Torrocca]

Torr nods to her as he enters, saying, "thanks." As he heads to the bar, Mikhail, who has just returned from the basement, takes notice and hastily salutes Torr, saying from across the room with a stammer, "c-comrade Tzar! I-it's a pleasure t-to see you here!" Torr stops and quickly salutes back, before asking, "you, uh... okay there, comrade?" "N-never better, tovarisch!"

Ira looked over at Mikhail. "And who might that be?" Ira asked Torr.

Simon grinned. He patted Omad on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "That's good to hear... Omad. Very good." He took a sip of his water, and brushed some dust off of his hoodie.

Dom sat at the bar, his hand wrapped around a bottle of vodka. He looked towards the door as it opened, and his eyes widened. Speak of the devil, he thought. There she was. Ira. He slowly looked away, shaking his head. I don't think Ava will be happy...

Thankfully for Dom, and for Ava, Ira didn't seem to notice them. Yet. She was more preoccupied with speaking to Torr and his loud comrade.

Omad returned the smile. "Yes, quite good. Indeed." Omad, too, took a swig of his drink, feeling somehow happy that he had met this otherworldly man.

"This is, uh, the soldier I mentioned earlier," Torr answers, "private -" "Mikhail I-Ivanovich Draconov, m-ma'am!" "Yes, Private Mikhail Ivanovich Draconov. At ease, soldier - you look way too nervous." The soldier gradually calms himself, though still looks quite tense and nervous.

[Chaos Crescent]

Is still out and in the basement.


Is out cold and would remain as such for awhile.

Valeera lays on top of him so he doesn't freeze.

He would stay warm and would upon waking wondered why she did that. For now he remains sleeping.

[Barboneia]

Simon grinned. He patted Omad on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "That's good to hear... Omad. Very good." He took a sip of his water, and brushed some dust off of his hoodie.

Dom sat at the bar, his hand wrapped around a bottle of vodka. He looked towards the door as it opened, and his eyes widened. Speak of the devil, he thought. There she was. Ira. He slowly looked away, shaking his head. I don't think Ava will be happy...

Thankfully for Dom, and for Ava, Ira didn't seem to notice them. Yet. She was more preoccupied with speaking to Torr and his loud comrade.

Omad returned the smile. "Yes, quite good. Indeed." Omad, too, took a swig of his drink, feeling somehow happy that he had met this otherworldly man.

Dom closed his eyes. He took a swig from the bottle, set it down, and got up. He headed towards the door, glancing at Ira occasionally, and walked outside, seemingly into the night.

[Ava Ire]

Ira looked over at Mikhail. "And who might that be?" Ira asked Torr.


Thankfully for Dom, and for Ava, Ira didn't seem to notice them. Yet. She was more preoccupied with speaking to Torr and his loud comrade.

Omad returned the smile. "Yes, quite good. Indeed." Omad, too, took a swig of his drink, feeling somehow happy that he had met this otherworldly man.

"This is, uh, the soldier I mentioned earlier," Torr answers, "private -" "Mikhail I-Ivanovich Draconov, m-ma'am!" "Yes, Private Mikhail Ivanovich Draconov. At ease, soldier - you look way too nervous." The soldier gradually calms himself, though still looks quite tense and nervous.

Ira gave a half nod to Mikhail. "Hello there, um, Mikhail..." Ira leaned in close to Torr. "Is he alright?" she whispered to him.

[Torrocca]

"This is, uh, the soldier I mentioned earlier," Torr answers, "private -" "Mikhail I-Ivanovich Draconov, m-ma'am!" "Yes, Private Mikhail Ivanovich Draconov. At ease, soldier - you look way too nervous." The soldier gradually calms himself, though still looks quite tense and nervous.

Ira gave a half nod to Mikhail. "Hello there, um, Mikhail..." Ira leaned in close to Torr. "Is he alright?" she whispered to him.

Torr glances over to Ira and whispers back to her, "I... uh... that's what I'm trying to figure out..." He turns his attention back to Mikhail, asking, "so, uh... Mikhail... you alright, soldier?" "I mean... who isn't alright these days, huh? He... hehehe..." "... Uh... riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. What's wrong?" "Absolutely nothing, comrade Tzar!" Torr just glances away slightly and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, muttering, "I can tell..."

[Ava Ire]

Ira gave a half nod to Mikhail. "Hello there, um, Mikhail..." Ira leaned in close to Torr. "Is he alright?" she whispered to him.

Torr glances over to Ira and whispers back to her, "I... uh... that's what I'm trying to figure out..." He turns his attention back to Mikhail, asking, "so, uh... Mikhail... you alright, soldier?" "I mean... who isn't alright these days, huh? He... hehehe..." "... Uh... riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. What's wrong?" "Absolutely nothing, comrade Tzar!" Torr just glances away slightly and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, muttering, "I can tell..."

Ira raised a concerned eyebrow. "Um, do you wanna get a drink? I'm not sure that your friend is okay..."

[Taigawa]

Valeera lays on top of him so he doesn't freeze.

He would stay warm and would upon waking wondered why she did that. For now he remains sleeping.

She would sleep on him, because thick fur.

[Torrocca]

Torr glances over to Ira and whispers back to her, "I... uh... that's what I'm trying to figure out..." He turns his attention back to Mikhail, asking, "so, uh... Mikhail... you alright, soldier?" "I mean... who isn't alright these days, huh? He... hehehe..." "... Uh... riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. What's wrong?" "Absolutely nothing, comrade Tzar!" Torr just glances away slightly and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, muttering, "I can tell..."

Ira raised a concerned eyebrow. "Um, do you wanna get a drink? I'm not sure that your friend is okay..."

"Uh... yeah, sure... let's leave him to his own devices," Torr says, keeping his eyes on Mikhail. Mikhail just stands there, staring at the two of them.

[Ava Ire]

Ira raised a concerned eyebrow. "Um, do you wanna get a drink? I'm not sure that your friend is okay..."

"Uh... yeah, sure... let's leave him to his own devices," Torr says, keeping his eyes on Mikhail. Mikhail just stands there, staring at the two of them.

Ira gave Mikhail a faint smile, and began to gently tug Torr away from him. She led him to a booth, where she sat. She motioned for him to sit, smiling up at him.

[Torrocca]

"Uh... yeah, sure... let's leave him to his own devices," Torr says, keeping his eyes on Mikhail. Mikhail just stands there, staring at the two of them.

Ira gave Mikhail a faint smile, and began to gently tug Torr away from him. She led him to a booth, where she sat. She motioned for him to sit, smiling up at him.

Torr takes a seat next to Ira, glancing over to Mikhail in time to see him leave. Sighing with relief, he says, "good thing he left."

[Chaos Crescent]

He would stay warm and would upon waking wondered why she did that. For now he remains sleeping.

She would sleep on him, because thick fur.

Right and so he slept.

[Taigawa]

She would sleep on him, because thick fur.

Right and so he slept.

She lays like this until morning...or whenever.

[The Crusader States of the Holy Lands]

A bearded, elderly man in white robes, with a large, black cross on the front and back of said robes, enters the building, humming lowly.

[Barboneia]

A bearded, elderly man in white robes, with a large, black cross on the front and back of said robes, enters the building, humming lowly.

Lars stared at them from across the bar, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "Whoa, are you Moses? Or just a good cosplayer?"

[The Crusader States of the Holy Lands]

A bearded, elderly man in white robes, with a large, black cross on the front and back of said robes, enters the building, humming lowly.

Lars stared at them from across the bar, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "Whoa, are you Moses? Or just a good cosplayer?"

The man, in some odd, possibly dead Germanic tongue, asks Lars, "<What do thou say, brother?>"

[Barboneia]

Lars stared at them from across the bar, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "Whoa, are you Moses? Or just a good cosplayer?"

The man, in some odd, possibly dead Germanic tongue, asks Lars, "<What do thou say, brother?>"

Lars stared at him for a bit, raising an eyebrow. "...What? Alright, ah..." He clears his throat. "Do you speak English? Englisch? Or... Anglo-Saxon?"

[The Crusader States of the Holy Lands]

The man, in some odd, possibly dead Germanic tongue, asks Lars, "<What do thou say, brother?>"

Lars stared at him for a bit, raising an eyebrow. "...What? Alright, ah..." He clears his throat. "Do you speak English? Englisch? Or... Anglo-Saxon?"

The man, catching a couple of semi-familiar words, replies, "<Englisch? No, no Englisch. Only German.>"

[Barboneia]

Lars stared at him for a bit, raising an eyebrow. "...What? Alright, ah..." He clears his throat. "Do you speak English? Englisch? Or... Anglo-Saxon?"

The man, catching a couple of semi-familiar words, replies, "<Englisch? No, no Englisch. Only German.>"

Lars somewhat seems to understand. He nods. "Ah... Erm, I speak a little..." He clears his throat once again, and begins to speak in rather modern German, albeit the pronunciations and tone somewhat incorrect. "<How can you not speak English? Are you not from this area?>"

[The Crusader States of the Holy Lands]

The man, catching a couple of semi-familiar words, replies, "<Englisch? No, no Englisch. Only German.>"

Lars somewhat seems to understand. He nods. "Ah... Erm, I speak a little..." He clears his throat once again, and begins to speak in rather modern German, albeit the pronunciations and tone somewhat incorrect. "<How can you not speak English? Are you not from this area?>"

Although he speaks a now-extinct variation of German, the man understands enough to respond with, "<No. I was... far east... just yesterday. Blinding white light, as divine as God's own, appeared amidst a battle in Jerusalem. And now... I am not in the Holy Lands.>"

[Barboneia]

Lars somewhat seems to understand. He nods. "Ah... Erm, I speak a little..." He clears his throat once again, and begins to speak in rather modern German, albeit the pronunciations and tone somewhat incorrect. "<How can you not speak English? Are you not from this area?>"

Although he speaks a now-extinct variation of German, the man understands enough to respond with, "<No. I was... far east... just yesterday. Blinding white light, as divine as God's own, appeared amidst a battle in Jerusalem. And now... I am not in the Holy Lands.>"

Lars' eyes widened. "<...What? Far east? ...Jerusalem? Oh my. Well... You're certainly not in the, ah, 'Holy Lands' any more. Do you know... Uh... Britannica? Or England?>"

[The Crusader States of the Holy Lands]

Although he speaks a now-extinct variation of German, the man understands enough to respond with, "<No. I was... far east... just yesterday. Blinding white light, as divine as God's own, appeared amidst a battle in Jerusalem. And now... I am not in the Holy Lands.>"

Lars' eyes widened. "<...What? Far east? ...Jerusalem? Oh my. Well... You're certainly not in the, ah, 'Holy Lands' any more. Do you know... Uh... Britannica? Or England?>"

"<Aye, I know of England... say, friend. Your accent seems odd and your words... off. You wouldn't happen to be from Bavaria, would you?>" the man replies, still thoroughly confused by everything.

[Barboneia]

Lars' eyes widened. "<...What? Far east? ...Jerusalem? Oh my. Well... You're certainly not in the, ah, 'Holy Lands' any more. Do you know... Uh... Britannica? Or England?>"

"<Aye, I know of England... say, friend. Your accent seems odd and your words... off. You wouldn't happen to be from Bavaria, would you?>" the man replies, still thoroughly confused by everything.

"<Ah, no, not Bavaria. I'm from Norway, perhaps you've heard of it? It's far to the north of Germany. I think.>"

[The Crusader States of the Holy Lands]

"<Aye, I know of England... say, friend. Your accent seems odd and your words... off. You wouldn't happen to be from Bavaria, would you?>" the man replies, still thoroughly confused by everything.

"<Ah, no, not Bavaria. I'm from Norway, perhaps you've heard of it? It's far to the north of Germany. I think.>"

"<Ah, yes! The Danish colony! Of course I've heard of it. Is... is that where we're at?>"