Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v4]

[New Castillan Empire]

(OOC: oof that broken quote tho.)
"I guess your right, being evil never did work out, all I did was scorch a village they deserved it. But after that all my evil deeds turned out being good ones." He shook his head and laughed "An evil mastermind, I know

Ahh, well... but here, we are all equal! Just friends and people with common interests or topics chilling out! Sometimes literally!
- Holly “De Stralend en Wonderbaarlijk Licht Koningin” Aurora Symantha Vreugde Lavender Astrid Lilac T. Marlie Nova Radiant Lapia Starlight

"It'll be okay. I'm just doing my job." Witheare said, before giving Holly a big hug.

"Well... Actually, let me check here." Witheare summoned and opened her book, bound in black, oiled leather, with a skull mounted on the front of it. The pages fluttered violently, before opening to the right page.

"Ah yes... Gwen Tracer Hepburn "Fate" Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avrill Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison. There's... ahem. There's certainly something interesting going on here. How did you mess with my book? And why, for that matter? You realize I can set the dates in here to whatever I need to, yes? In any case, good job finding that particular 'glitch'. I'll have it patched shortly. I suppose as thanks for discovering that particular 'glitch', I'll have an exception for you grandfathered in."

Even after witnessing the kill, Holly feels that she can still trust Witheare. After all, they are positive towards one another.

Hm hm, why, thank you! Even after that, you make me feel good and warm inside my cold, cold body!
- Holly “De Stralend en Wonderbaarlijk Licht Koningin” Aurora Symantha Vreugde Lavender Astrid Lilac T. Marlie Nova Radiant Lapia Starlight

Ahh, yeah, about that. It was a black hole incident. It made me rather unstable to space and time's elements and here I am, travelling from one universe to another!
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

"Wait, you got your powers from a black hole incident?" Celaeno inquired. "It's weird because we're actually working on a giant power generator that feeds upon the kinetic energy of black holes. You know anything that could help us?"

[13 Necropolis 13]

(OOC: oof that broken quote tho.)
"I guess your right, being evil never did work out, all I did was scorch a village they deserved it. But after that all my evil deeds turned out being good ones." He shook his head and laughed "An evil mastermind, I know

Ahh, well... but here, we are all equal! Just friends and people with common interests or topics chilling out! Sometimes literally!
- Holly “De Stralend en Wonderbaarlijk Licht Koningin” Aurora Symantha Vreugde Lavender Astrid Lilac T. Marlie Nova Radiant Lapia Starlight

"It'll be okay. I'm just doing my job." Witheare said, before giving Holly a big hug.

"Well... Actually, let me check here." Witheare summoned and opened her book, bound in black, oiled leather, with a skull mounted on the front of it. The pages fluttered violently, before opening to the right page.

"Ah yes... Gwen Tracer Hepburn "Fate" Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avrill Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison. There's... ahem. There's certainly something interesting going on here. How did you mess with my book? And why, for that matter? You realize I can set the dates in here to whatever I need to, yes? In any case, good job finding that particular 'glitch'. I'll have it patched shortly. I suppose as thanks for discovering that particular 'glitch', I'll have an exception for you grandfathered in."

Even after witnessing the kill, Holly feels that she can still trust Witheare. After all, they are positive towards one another.

Hm hm, why, thank you! Even after that, you make me feel good and warm inside my cold, cold body!
- Holly “De Stralend en Wonderbaarlijk Licht Koningin” Aurora Symantha Vreugde Lavender Astrid Lilac T. Marlie Nova Radiant Lapia Starlight

Ahh, yeah, about that. It was a black hole incident. It made me rather unstable to space and time's elements and here I am, travelling from one universe to another!
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

"You are good-hearted, Holly." Witheare said, smiling.

"A black hole incident, you say? Fascinating. How did the Hawking radiation interact with you?" Witheare asked.

"Whatever. I'm just saying, if you used it to grow something, it wouldn't be sitting around in here." Witheare said, rolling her eyes. "Plus, there's a poetic irony to it all."

"I mean if your into that." Vixen teased "using your enemies as fertilizer is fine, but I'll pass as the man is nothing to me." Vixen nods

"Do what you want. I'm not hungry enough to finish him right now." Witheare said plainly, picking a bit of Pieter's flesh from her teeth.

[Valentine Z]

"Wait, you got your powers from a black hole incident?" Celaeno inquired. "It's weird because we're actually working on a giant power generator that feeds upon the kinetic energy of black holes. You know anything that could help us?"

"You are good-hearted, Holly." Witheare said, smiling.

"A black hole incident, you say? Fascinating. How did the Hawking radiation interact with you?" Witheare asked.

Well, for starters, it will be good if you don't touch the edges and surfaces of a black hole. I must have fell straight through it, and I grew to 10 feet tall... I get weird looks from the universes that I visit, but only some actively condemned me. More on that soon! Anyway, I think the matter that made me up are unstable, or exotic... or something, I don't know.

As for you, Witheare, I think it's a little weird, but I don't feel quite a thing from the radiation. I must have been embracing for Death to take me, but somehow, it never did. The radiation... made me feel a little cold, but that was it, and the next thing you know, I woke up in a bloody mental asylum! An abandoned one, no less!
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

[Silver Commonwealth]

''Yeah. It seems, that his old soul is still in him. Besides that, even if that was his redeemed self, it would be still hard for him to change things for good - he has done a lot of harm by now...''

"You should have seen it, you could see the regret in his eyes, then he started crying, I wouldn't be surprised he went himself as well. It was a crazy day that I wish I could have stopped, nobody deserves to be brutalized in such a manner." The knight cut into the conversation from a distance "This new time happened all too fast honestly. "

''Ehh, idk about that. Pieter was a lunatic, as far as I can tell, mate. If there's anyone, who deserves such fate, it is Pieter.''

''I'm afraid, that his soul isn't sold - otherwise everyone in saloon would know about that - selling a soul isn't a thing, which could be just kept away from other people's eyes.''

”Ah shit! I’ve always wanted a racist clown to keep the Muslims out of Rapture, we are Islam free nation, that only tolerates civilized races, like the Chinese and Japanese, for example. Hmf.” VictorNet sighed, sadden by this revelation by the decaying cowboy man. VictorNet services to go over and talk to Valentijne about something.”Have you noticed anything strange in the Leaders’ Opinion thread, lately, big guy? The toxicity has decreased and I was wondering if you knew why that is happening.”

''Well, some of them sound like members of our /silver boards. I mean, I am an old Cowboy man, and I don't browse internet that much, but I have heard, that it is full with edgy kids.''

[13 Necropolis 13]

"Wait, you got your powers from a black hole incident?" Celaeno inquired. "It's weird because we're actually working on a giant power generator that feeds upon the kinetic energy of black holes. You know anything that could help us?"

"You are good-hearted, Holly." Witheare said, smiling.

"A black hole incident, you say? Fascinating. How did the Hawking radiation interact with you?" Witheare asked.

Well, for starters, it will be good if you don't touch the edges and surfaces of a black hole. I must have fell straight through it, and I grew to 10 feet tall... I get weird looks from the universes that I visit, but only some actively condemned me. More on that soon! Anyway, I think the matter that made me up are unstable, or exotic... or something, I don't know.

As for you, Witheare, I think it's a little weird, but I don't feel quite a thing from the radiation. I must have been embracing for Death to take me, but somehow, it never did. The radiation... made me feel a little cold, but that was it, and the next thing you know, I woke up in a bloody mental asylum! An abandoned one, no less!
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

"I see. Sorry I couldn't be there to embrace you. Work keeps me pretty busy, and all." Witheare said. "I can hug you now, if you want."

[Valentine Z]

"I see. Sorry I couldn't be there to embrace you. Work keeps me pretty busy, and all." Witheare said. "I can hug you now, if you want."

Gwen put her hand down on the ground for Witheare to climb up on. She's still 45 meters, after all... though the Fits of Crazies (TM) has more or less died down.

Well, if you want, you can give my face a hug! Not like those facehugging aliens, I hope! And.. it's all right, my friend. You're not to be blamed for any of this. In fact, this was the best thing that has ever happened to me, even if some of the world are... bleh.
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

[13 Necropolis 13]

"I see. Sorry I couldn't be there to embrace you. Work keeps me pretty busy, and all." Witheare said. "I can hug you now, if you want."

Gwen put her hand down on the ground for Witheare to climb up on. She's still 45 meters, after all... though the Fits of Crazies (TM) has more or less died down.

Well, if you want, you can give my face a hug! Not like those facehugging aliens, I hope! And.. it's all right, my friend. You're not to be blamed for any of this. In fact, this was the best thing that has ever happened to me, even if some of the world are... bleh.
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

Witheare smiled, and tightly hugged Gwen. Witheare's hug was colder than Siberia. As she clung to Gwen, she blushed lightly, tinting her face with blue.

[The South Falls]

"Free as in none of you have to pay for it, as long as I'm awake and focused." *Opens the cooler to pull out some craft IPA* "Want some?"

"Sure, I'll have some." Witheare said.

"A tree?" He tilts his head "I have no intention of using his body to help others, I only see it as a pain in my side for now, like a wad of gun on the side walk I'd rather not step in it."

"They've gotten a bit slower if you ask me." Oni said as he messes with his sword.

"Whatever. I'm just saying, if you used it to grow something, it wouldn't be sitting around in here." Witheare said, rolling her eyes. "Plus, there's a poetic irony to it all."

Well, better late than never, I suppose!
- Holly “De Stralend en Wonderbaarlijk Licht Koningin” Aurora Symantha Vreugde Lavender Astrid Lilac T. Marlie Nova Radiant Lapia Starlight





Holly got out behind Clarissa and slowly paced back at Witheare. Perhaps she will be fine with her.

Hm, well... if you say so. I'm... I'm just shocked by it, that's all!
- Holly “De Stralend en Wonderbaarlijk Licht Koningin” Aurora Symantha Vreugde Lavender Astrid Lilac T. Marlie Nova Radiant Lapia Starlight

Whew, good thing that won't work on me. I can never die in the hands of Time itself, for Time always waits for Gwen now.
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

"It'll be okay. I'm just doing my job." Witheare said, before giving Holly a big hug.

"Well... Actually, let me check here." Witheare summoned and opened her book, bound in black, oiled leather, with a skull mounted on the front of it. The pages fluttered violently, before opening to the right page.

"Ah yes... Gwen Tracer Hepburn "Fate" Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avrill Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison. There's... ahem. There's certainly something interesting going on here. How did you mess with my book? And why, for that matter? You realize I can set the dates in here to whatever I need to, yes? In any case, good job finding that particular 'glitch'. I'll have it patched shortly. I suppose as thanks for discovering that particular 'glitch', I'll have an exception for you grandfathered in."

May was immortal. She had no fear of death, but this woman, or thing... had made her finally feel something about death. She still didn't dare touch the lady, as a superstition she held. She would never touch death. She'd never do that again. She'd never do anything to death once again. No more death, no more destruction, no more violence. That was her motto.

Free from all urges to kill. She just wanted to be free. She wouldn't have to weigh her conscience and determine who she was.

"People don't normally thank death. Those who do are generally traumatized or evil. Very few do it from a place of good conscience. I do not say I do. But I still give you thanks for killing that evil man."

"It's a thankless job, but an important one. People may think of me as evil... that's shortsightedness, for you." Witheare said, smiling to May. "It may take you a long time to understand, but you have a gift, child. You have all the time to figure things out, to learn, to grow, and to do good. Go forth and do good, please."

"Let me tell you a story." When she said this, it looked as if she might be falling apart. "I used to be mortal. As well, I used to work in the South Fallsian torture blocks. There was so much blood you could slip and fall. Death was everywhere. You had to just shoot people. No qualms needed. Sometimes you'd be forced to cut people apart, or drown them, or do all sorts of unspeakable things." A hint of a tear briefly appeared in her eye, and she wiped away.

"I think I learned to appreciate immortality once I got it, even from an accident. I tried to spend my life doing good, but I still haven't come around to it." She seemed to retract.

[Valentine Z]

Witheare smiled, and tightly hugged Gwen. Witheare's hug was colder than Siberia. As she clung to Gwen, she blushed lightly, tinting her face with blue.

Gwen felt the cold. Ohhh she felt it so much.. Though, probably not as cold as Holly's, so at least there's that. She hugged Witheare back with her right hand, more of just patting her because that's all she could do. Not being used to the size, a hug would get a little... excessive in terms of force.

Ooohh, you're so cooling! It's like I'm planting my face on a piece of frozen ice.
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

[The South Falls]

Violet searched for Robert. She'd heard he had left, but she still wanted to cuddle him, to tell him stories and discuss problems. She wanted to have love for a little while, before going back out to fight for those she had no love for. She took a drink from her flask of whiskey. She'd lay off the vodka tonight. She wanted to have a taste of May's blood. She really wanted it. She really, really did.


So, she stole the flask off of May's belt and twisted it open. Before May noticed, she chugged it all down, her mouth blood red. She laughed maniacally, until May turned around.

May began the exchange.

"What is that you've been drinking?"

"Um... punch."

"I know blood when I smell it, violet."
.
"Fine. Fine. I just wanted a taste, that's all."

"So you drank the whole bottle?"

"Yes, yes I did."

"You know that's slightly toxic to humans?"

"I don't care."

"It's your life, not mine."

[New Castillan Empire]

"Sure, I'll have some." Witheare said.



"Whatever. I'm just saying, if you used it to grow something, it wouldn't be sitting around in here." Witheare said, rolling her eyes. "Plus, there's a poetic irony to it all."



"It'll be okay. I'm just doing my job." Witheare said, before giving Holly a big hug.

"Well... Actually, let me check here." Witheare summoned and opened her book, bound in black, oiled leather, with a skull mounted on the front of it. The pages fluttered violently, before opening to the right page.

"Ah yes... Gwen Tracer Hepburn "Fate" Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avrill Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison. There's... ahem. There's certainly something interesting going on here. How did you mess with my book? And why, for that matter? You realize I can set the dates in here to whatever I need to, yes? In any case, good job finding that particular 'glitch'. I'll have it patched shortly. I suppose as thanks for discovering that particular 'glitch', I'll have an exception for you grandfathered in."



"It's a thankless job, but an important one. People may think of me as evil... that's shortsightedness, for you." Witheare said, smiling to May. "It may take you a long time to understand, but you have a gift, child. You have all the time to figure things out, to learn, to grow, and to do good. Go forth and do good, please."

"Let me tell you a story." When she said this, it looked as if she might be falling apart. "I used to be mortal. As well, I used to work in the South Fallsian torture blocks. There was so much blood you could slip and fall. Death was everywhere. You had to just shoot people. No qualms needed. Sometimes you'd be forced to cut people apart, or drown them, or do all sorts of unspeakable things." A hint of a tear briefly appeared in her eye, and she wiped away.

"I think I learned to appreciate immortality once I got it, even from an accident. I tried to spend my life doing good, but I still haven't come around to it." She seemed to retract.

"Wow, you guys had torture blocks? Damn..." Celaeno said.

"While we're sharing sappy stories, I had mine of my own, as a veteran of the conquest of Nueva Vasco..." another conquistador, a third one, named Gonzalo, stated.

"Wait, where the hell did you come from?" the mafia boss asked.

"I was in the bar this whole time. I just never made a name for myself, that's all. Name's Lt. Gonzalo, Flagbearer for the 4th Ecuadorian Pikes." Gonzalo stated.

"Anyways, mi amiga, I feel your story, one of horrible acts that you take upon yourself. I too know that feeling." Gonzalo said as he removed his helmet, revealing dark-brown hair with a mustache. "I was in Nueva Vasco, working as an officer for the missionary forces there, and the things we did in the name of a supposed God were horrific... the fact I can walk as a free man is living proof that hypocrisy is never the more alive. No man sitting in a jail cell is guilty of anything more repulsive than we did every day during the occupation of that town in what we now call Ujué during the war. The only difference is that they were sentenced to life in prison or execution at best for what they did, and I got a cigar box full of medals and my name scribed on a statue in the town square." Gonazalo said as he soon started sniffling, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.

"I am the worst kind of criminal, May. I raped innocent girls as young as 15 infront of their families. I set peoples' homes on fire with their babies still inside. I put a pistol to a farmer's head and forced him to fuck his dead wife and made him eat the dung from his dead livestock. And do you know what the icing on the cake, the cherry on the ice-cream, the fucking star on the Christmas tree is!? Every month, for the rest of my god damn life, I go to walk out to my mailbox and pick up a check from La Hispania herself, essentially paying me for it. I am the kind of person that everybody seems to praise, and the ones who tell the truth as it really is are shamed and ridiculed by the populace on terms of nationalism. I am the worst of the worst..." Gonzalo said as he started sobbing and threw his helmet down. "This gun, this damn uniform, it's all a symbol of heroism and courage to you, but to me, it's a reminder of how much of a monster I am."

[13 Necropolis 13]

"Sure, I'll have some." Witheare said.



"Whatever. I'm just saying, if you used it to grow something, it wouldn't be sitting around in here." Witheare said, rolling her eyes. "Plus, there's a poetic irony to it all."



"It'll be okay. I'm just doing my job." Witheare said, before giving Holly a big hug.

"Well... Actually, let me check here." Witheare summoned and opened her book, bound in black, oiled leather, with a skull mounted on the front of it. The pages fluttered violently, before opening to the right page.

"Ah yes... Gwen Tracer Hepburn "Fate" Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avrill Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison. There's... ahem. There's certainly something interesting going on here. How did you mess with my book? And why, for that matter? You realize I can set the dates in here to whatever I need to, yes? In any case, good job finding that particular 'glitch'. I'll have it patched shortly. I suppose as thanks for discovering that particular 'glitch', I'll have an exception for you grandfathered in."



"It's a thankless job, but an important one. People may think of me as evil... that's shortsightedness, for you." Witheare said, smiling to May. "It may take you a long time to understand, but you have a gift, child. You have all the time to figure things out, to learn, to grow, and to do good. Go forth and do good, please."

"Let me tell you a story." When she said this, it looked as if she might be falling apart. "I used to be mortal. As well, I used to work in the South Fallsian torture blocks. There was so much blood you could slip and fall. Death was everywhere. You had to just shoot people. No qualms needed. Sometimes you'd be forced to cut people apart, or drown them, or do all sorts of unspeakable things." A hint of a tear briefly appeared in her eye, and she wiped away.

"I think I learned to appreciate immortality once I got it, even from an accident. I tried to spend my life doing good, but I still haven't come around to it." She seemed to retract.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Just please... don't blame me for things like that. I only control when someone dies of old age. Other forms of dying; genocide, disease... that's not my doing." Witheare said, disheartened.

"I'm glad you appreciate your immortality. And I hope you do the best you can with it. The Omniverse needs people willing to protect it." Witheare said.

Witheare smiled, and tightly hugged Gwen. Witheare's hug was colder than Siberia. As she clung to Gwen, she blushed lightly, tinting her face with blue.

Gwen felt the cold. Ohhh she felt it so much.. Though, probably not as cold as Holly's, so at least there's that. She hugged Witheare back with her right hand, more of just patting her because that's all she could do. Not being used to the size, a hug would get a little... excessive in terms of force.

Ooohh, you're so cooling! It's like I'm planting my face on a piece of frozen ice.
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy Wv. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

Witheare grinned. "I can go colder, much colder!" she giggled. "But perhaps this isn't the embrace you meant."

Witheare's form tore apart into shadows, which grew to Gwen's height. The shadows reformed into Witheare, but at Gwen's size. "It's rare I ever have to do that." she said, before hugging Gwen.

[Kyoki Chudoku]

A woman entered the Saloon. She wore a white dress, yet it was tattered and beaten, several large rips all over her attire. Her hair was long and white, though incredibly unkempt. One of her eyes glowed a bright, vibrant purple. The other was entirely obscured, covered by some kind of eyepatch. The woman didn’t so much walk forward as she did trudge. There was no sign of injury visible upon her body itself, yet she walked with little energy. She approached the bar, but didn’t even know what to order. For her, everything was mixed up.

She had two distinct memories for every moment in her life save the last few weeks.

Her name...Vezurea? That much she recalled well enough regardless of the memories she called forth. But nothing else matched. Nothing else at all. Had she lived amongst trees and fought in war for much of her life, or lived within a massive complex and spent her time worshipping like any other? Why were there so many similarities? Several people, the same appearance in both sets, yet so...different. Why? What was going on? What had happened fo her? She didn’t know which set was real and which was false, or if it was all somehow real or all just lies. None of it seemed like an illusion yet all of it was faded, blurred. It didn’t make sense, nothing made sense. Why did she feel so...addicted...to that sensation? That bliss that came when she considered certain memories, and the agony that came when she recalled the others? Yet which was real? The bliss, or the agony? Did it matter? She felt...worthless. Why did she feel so worthless? What was the point of her?

She sighed. Thoughts like this had been on her mind for far too long, ever since she’d noticed she had so many...paradoxes. She stared at the bar. Alcohol helped with this, didn’t it? But no. Neither set agreed. One said it was poison, the other...never mentioned it. How did she know something she’d never heard of? What was this madness? She didn’t even know what drink to order! She knew none! This was getting so intensely frustrating that she almost attacked something. Instead, she kept quiet, and walked to a table empty-handed and no less strained than she’d begun.

[The South Falls]

"Let me tell you a story." When she said this, it looked as if she might be falling apart. "I used to be mortal. As well, I used to work in the South Fallsian torture blocks. There was so much blood you could slip and fall. Death was everywhere. You had to just shoot people. No qualms needed. Sometimes you'd be forced to cut people apart, or drown them, or do all sorts of unspeakable things." A hint of a tear briefly appeared in her eye, and she wiped away.

"I think I learned to appreciate immortality once I got it, even from an accident. I tried to spend my life doing good, but I still haven't come around to it." She seemed to retract.

"Wow, you guys had torture blocks? Damn..." Celaeno said.

"While we're sharing sappy stories, I had mine of my own, as a veteran of the conquest of Nueva Vasco..." another conquistador, a third one, named Gonzalo, stated.

"Wait, where the hell did you come from?" the mafia boss asked.

"I was in the bar this whole time. I just never made a name for myself, that's all. Name's Lt. Gonzalo, Flagbearer for the 4th Ecuadorian Pikes." Gonzalo stated.

"Anyways, mi amiga, I feel your story, one of horrible acts that you take upon yourself. I too know that feeling." Gonzalo said as he removed his helmet, revealing dark-brown hair with a mustache. "I was in Nueva Vasco, working as an officer for the missionary forces there, and the things we did in the name of a supposed God were horrific... the fact I can walk as a free man is living proof that hypocrisy is never the more alive. No man sitting in a jail cell is guilty of anything more repulsive than we did every day during the occupation of that town in what we now call Ujué during the war. The only difference is that they were sentenced to life in prison or execution at best for what they did, and I got a cigar box full of medals and my name scribed on a statue in the town square." Gonazalo said as he soon started sniffling, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.

"I am the worst kind of criminal, May. I raped innocent girls as young as 15 infront of their families. I set peoples' homes on fire with their babies still inside. I put a pistol to a farmer's head and forced him to fuck his dead wife and made him eat the dung from his dead livestock. And do you know what the icing on the cake, the cherry on the ice-cream, the fucking star on the Christmas tree is!? Every month, for the rest of my god damn life, I go to walk out to my mailbox and pick up a check from La Hispania herself, essentially paying me for it. I am the kind of person that everybody seems to praise, and the ones who tell the truth as it really is are shamed and ridiculed by the populace on terms of nationalism. I am the worst of the worst..." Gonzalo said as he started sobbing and threw his helmet down. "This gun, this damn uniform, it's all a symbol of heroism and courage to you, but to me, it's a reminder of how much of a monster I am."

May found another deeply conflicted person. She felt... terrible. The man had committed his crimes, and noe his conscience was paying him for the rest of his life. There was no way for the man to escape it, seeing as he was completely unable to controvert things like that. May sympathized with him. She felt his pain. Neither of them could escape the specter of their crimes, and in this man, it seemed to loom higher over him.

"There's no justice in war. All of the higher-ups make it sound peachy, but it's not. It's hard, and so many you think of as friends turn up dead, or crippled for their entire lives. Most people die. Shooting and bombing brings out the worst in all of us." She began wiping tears from her eyes.

"I remember there was this town. It was called Marrocen. And this town was on the outskirts of the capital. Now, the generals would induce insanity into us vampires so we would become nothing more than killing machines. And we killed soldiers, and we killed civilians. One woman came back to me. She had ripped apart a baby, and the sight was just gruesome. She drank the blood and ate it all the same. She did not care. None of us did. Now some are dead, and the ones who are still alive are haunted."

[13 Necropolis 13]

A woman entered the Saloon. She wore a white dress, yet it was tattered and beaten, several large rips all over her attire. Her hair was long and white, though incredibly unkempt. One of her eyes glowed a bright, vibrant purple. The other was entirely obscured, covered by some kind of eyepatch. The woman didn’t so much walk forward as she did trudge. There was no sign of injury visible upon her body itself, yet she walked with little energy. She approached the bar, but didn’t even know what to order. For her, everything was mixed up.

She had two distinct memories for every moment in her life save the last few weeks.

Her name...Vezurea? That much she recalled well enough regardless of the memories she called forth. But nothing else matched. Nothing else at all. Had she lived amongst trees and fought in war for much of her life, or lived within a massive complex and spent her time worshipping like any other? Why were there so many similarities? Several people, the same appearance in both sets, yet so...different. Why? What was going on? What had happened fo her? She didn’t know which set was real and which was false, or if it was all somehow real or all just lies. None of it seemed like an illusion yet all of it was faded, blurred. It didn’t make sense, nothing made sense. Why did she feel so...addicted...to that sensation? That bliss that came when she considered certain memories, and the agony that came when she recalled the others? Yet which was real? The bliss, or the agony? Did it matter? She felt...worthless. Why did she feel so worthless? What was the point of her?

She sighed. Thoughts like this had been on her mind for far too long, ever since she’d noticed she had so many...paradoxes. She stared at the bar. Alcohol helped with this, didn’t it? But no. Neither set agreed. One said it was poison, the other...never mentioned it. How did she know something she’d never heard of? What was this madness? She didn’t even know what drink to order! She knew none! This was getting so intensely frustrating that she almost attacked something. Instead, she kept quiet, and walked to a table empty-handed and no less strained than she’d begun.

A short childlike figure with a deathly pallor appeared before the woman in white. She had carmel brown hair in two pigtails, and crimson eyes. Something about her was just ever so off-putting, but it would be difficult to name what. She smiled and extended an icy cold hand.

"Hello! It is good to see a new face. You may call me Witheare." she said.

[Kyoki Chudoku]

A short childlike figure with a deathly pallor appeared before the woman in white. She had carmel brown hair in two pigtails, and crimson eyes. Something about her was just ever so off-putting, but it would be difficult to name what. She smiled and extended an icy cold hand.

"Hello! It is good to see a new face. You may call me Witheare." she said.

Vezurea was unsurprised to see what appeared to be a child. Her life had been filled with children. Marching, smiling, singing, killing. Why did something feel so...off? Vezurea took her hand. Even through her gloves, she felt the cold. Cold...she knew the cold. From metal floors- no, from snow- no, from the dead- why!? Why did nothing reconcile? She spoke, her voice...almost desperate. It wasn’t cold, not warm, nor apathetic. It was the voice of somewhat utterly sure they were utterly unsure. “Hello, Witheare. Nice to meet you...I am Vezurea. That much I can say. But nothing else....nothing else is certain...”

[New Castillan Empire]

"Wow, you guys had torture blocks? Damn..." Celaeno said.

"While we're sharing sappy stories, I had mine of my own, as a veteran of the conquest of Nueva Vasco..." another conquistador, a third one, named Gonzalo, stated.

"Wait, where the hell did you come from?" the mafia boss asked.

"I was in the bar this whole time. I just never made a name for myself, that's all. Name's Lt. Gonzalo, Flagbearer for the 4th Ecuadorian Pikes." Gonzalo stated.

"Anyways, mi amiga, I feel your story, one of horrible acts that you take upon yourself. I too know that feeling." Gonzalo said as he removed his helmet, revealing dark-brown hair with a mustache. "I was in Nueva Vasco, working as an officer for the missionary forces there, and the things we did in the name of a supposed God were horrific... the fact I can walk as a free man is living proof that hypocrisy is never the more alive. No man sitting in a jail cell is guilty of anything more repulsive than we did every day during the occupation of that town in what we now call Ujué during the war. The only difference is that they were sentenced to life in prison or execution at best for what they did, and I got a cigar box full of medals and my name scribed on a statue in the town square." Gonazalo said as he soon started sniffling, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.

"I am the worst kind of criminal, May. I raped innocent girls as young as 15 infront of their families. I set peoples' homes on fire with their babies still inside. I put a pistol to a farmer's head and forced him to fuck his dead wife and made him eat the dung from his dead livestock. And do you know what the icing on the cake, the cherry on the ice-cream, the fucking star on the Christmas tree is!? Every month, for the rest of my god damn life, I go to walk out to my mailbox and pick up a check from La Hispania herself, essentially paying me for it. I am the kind of person that everybody seems to praise, and the ones who tell the truth as it really is are shamed and ridiculed by the populace on terms of nationalism. I am the worst of the worst..." Gonzalo said as he started sobbing and threw his helmet down. "This gun, this damn uniform, it's all a symbol of heroism and courage to you, but to me, it's a reminder of how much of a monster I am."

May found another deeply conflicted person. She felt... terrible. The man had committed his crimes, and noe his conscience was paying him for the rest of his life. There was no way for the man to escape it, seeing as he was completely unable to controvert things like that. May sympathized with him. She felt his pain. Neither of them could escape the specter of their crimes, and in this man, it seemed to loom higher over him.

"There's no justice in war. All of the higher-ups make it sound peachy, but it's not. It's hard, and so many you think of as friends turn up dead, or crippled for their entire lives. Most people die. Shooting and bombing brings out the worst in all of us." She began wiping tears from her eyes.

"I remember there was this town. It was called Marrocen. And this town was on the outskirts of the capital. Now, the generals would induce insanity into us vampires so we would become nothing more than killing machines. And we killed soldiers, and we killed civilians. One woman came back to me. She had ripped apart a baby, and the sight was just gruesome. She drank the blood and ate it all the same. She did not care. None of us did. Now some are dead, and the ones who are still alive are haunted."

Gonzalo felt nothing more than empathy for this woman. The only difference between him and her was that, judging from the story, May's generals pushed her to the limit and made her and the others do what they did. Gonzalo, however, acted merely on free will and stress relief from combat. Gonzalo got up and put his hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright, amiga... it's not your fault. Your generals just induced it into you, so they're arguably worse. They're the true monsters, you're normal people. Us and the missionaries, on the other hand... we acted on impulse and stress relief. We even used our religion we were so devout around as a scapegoat, for there's no way God would allow such things to happen.

And the worst part here is that nobody is sympathetic to us, in different ways. You had probably been shunned for the atrocities you committed. I didn't get shunned at all, but that's the bad thing; our frontline experience, diplomatic legacy and white-washed image has made us so respected that nobody believes our stories. The children were never educated about what the first missionaries did because the department of education fears it'll bring resentment to the Castillan state, and those who had experienced it refuse to speak of it at all because of how horrific it all was." Gonzalo said. "But, don't worry, in the end, we are who we are. In the end, you really can't help but feel at least a little pride in yourself for serving your country and being one of thousands or millions who brought it to what it is today." Gonzalo said as he got up.

"Anyways, I do suppose getting it all out has made me feel a little better about myself. We can't all let ourselves get down all the time, right?" Gonzalo half chuckled.

[13 Necropolis 13]

A short childlike figure with a deathly pallor appeared before the woman in white. She had carmel brown hair in two pigtails, and crimson eyes. Something about her was just ever so off-putting, but it would be difficult to name what. She smiled and extended an icy cold hand.

"Hello! It is good to see a new face. You may call me Witheare." she said.

Vezurea was unsurprised to see what appeared to be a child. Her life had been filled with children. Marching, smiling, singing, killing. Why did something feel so...off? Vezurea took her hand. Even through her gloves, she felt the cold. Cold...she knew the cold. From metal floors- no, from snow- no, from the dead- why!? Why did nothing reconcile? She spoke, her voice...almost desperate. It wasn’t cold, not warm, nor apathetic. It was the voice of somewhat utterly sure they were utterly unsure. “Hello, Witheare. Nice to meet you...I am Vezurea. That much I can say. But nothing else....nothing else is certain...”

Witheare frowned. "I am sorry to hear that, Vezurea. Perhaps I can help?" Witheare takes Vezurea's hand, and leads her to a table for a seat.

"Perhaps a cup of tea may help? Tea is good for soothing the mind and opening possibilities." Witheare said. "Bartender, two cups of hot tea, please!"

[Kyoki Chudoku]

Vezurea was unsurprised to see what appeared to be a child. Her life had been filled with children. Marching, smiling, singing, killing. Why did something feel so...off? Vezurea took her hand. Even through her gloves, she felt the cold. Cold...she knew the cold. From metal floors- no, from snow- no, from the dead- why!? Why did nothing reconcile? She spoke, her voice...almost desperate. It wasn’t cold, not warm, nor apathetic. It was the voice of somewhat utterly sure they were utterly unsure. “Hello, Witheare. Nice to meet you...I am Vezurea. That much I can say. But nothing else....nothing else is certain...”

Witheare frowned. "I am sorry to hear that, Vezurea. Perhaps I can help?" Witheare takes Vezurea's hand, and leads her to a table for a seat.

"Perhaps a cup of tea may help? Tea is good for soothing the mind and opening possibilities." Witheare said. "Bartender, two cups of hot tea, please!"

Vezurea sat down. She stared at the table for a moment, before returning her gaze to Witheare. ”I appreciate your offer. Tea...I’ve never had tea. Or...have I?” She could recall it. One of her early days as a soldier. She’d been given the chance to try some tea. It had been...acceptable. Yet, she recalled just a distinctly, tea having never existed in her mind. There was only one drink. Water. Simple water provided by Her will for those creations who demonstrated their worth. Perhaps a taste would rectify this discrepancy. At last, the tea arrived. ”Thank you.” She took a sip. It felt...vaguely familiar, yet distant, yet...inscrutable. ”It’s...I can’t tell...” She felt...sorrowful, yet...content, yet...confused, yet...in agony. She didn’t know what she felt because it seemed to change every second. In one moment she was a victim, the next a traitor, the next a servant, the next a warrior. What was she?

[Maori Empire]

Meanwhile, Aroha and two guards waltzed into the saloon.

"Hmmm, this future place, while somewhat familiar, is at the same time somewhat alien." Aroha said. "By the way, there were orange things with scary faces that lit on fire outside. They scared me, so my guards slaughtered them all. If they meant no harm, then I truly apologise." the Maori queen said as his guard held up a shark tooth sword with pumpkin flesh coated on it.

[13 Necropolis 13]

Witheare frowned. "I am sorry to hear that, Vezurea. Perhaps I can help?" Witheare takes Vezurea's hand, and leads her to a table for a seat.

"Perhaps a cup of tea may help? Tea is good for soothing the mind and opening possibilities." Witheare said. "Bartender, two cups of hot tea, please!"

Vezurea sat down. She stared at the table for a moment, before returning her gaze to Witheare. ”I appreciate your offer. Tea...I’ve never had tea. Or...have I?” She could recall it. One of her early days as a soldier. She’d been given the chance to try some tea. It had been...acceptable. Yet, she recalled just a distinctly, tea having never existed in her mind. There was only one drink. Water. Simple water provided by Her will for those creations who demonstrated their worth. Perhaps a taste would rectify this discrepancy. At last, the tea arrived. ”Thank you.” She took a sip. It felt...vaguely familiar, yet distant, yet...inscrutable. ”It’s...I can’t tell...” She felt...sorrowful, yet...content, yet...confused, yet...in agony. She didn’t know what she felt because it seemed to change every second. In one moment she was a victim, the next a traitor, the next a servant, the next a warrior. What was she?

"You can't tell?" Witheare asked, frowning. She placed one of her frigid hands over Vezurea's. "You can talk to me, tell me what's going through your mind. If you want to, that is."

[Kyoki Chudoku]

Vezurea sat down. She stared at the table for a moment, before returning her gaze to Witheare. ”I appreciate your offer. Tea...I’ve never had tea. Or...have I?” She could recall it. One of her early days as a soldier. She’d been given the chance to try some tea. It had been...acceptable. Yet, she recalled just a distinctly, tea having never existed in her mind. There was only one drink. Water. Simple water provided by Her will for those creations who demonstrated their worth. Perhaps a taste would rectify this discrepancy. At last, the tea arrived. ”Thank you.” She took a sip. It felt...vaguely familiar, yet distant, yet...inscrutable. ”It’s...I can’t tell...” She felt...sorrowful, yet...content, yet...confused, yet...in agony. She didn’t know what she felt because it seemed to change every second. In one moment she was a victim, the next a traitor, the next a servant, the next a warrior. What was she?

"You can't tell?" Witheare asked, frowning. She placed one of her frigid hands over Vezurea's. "You can talk to me, tell me what's going through your mind. If you want to, that is."

Vezurea nodded. She tried to assemble those thoughts of hers into some kind of coherent speech. She took a few moments to calm herself down. At last, she stared with her one visible eye at Witheare. ”For almost all my life...I have two memories for each moment. Two realities, two histories, two lives...and I cannot tell which is real. I feel...so confused. I don’t know what life I lived. I feel...almost...euphoria, considering one, and agony, considering the other. And I...I...keep feeling so worthless. As though my entire existence was designed for one purpose, and I failed at it. As though I betrayed everything I should’ve cared about, and as though I only sought freedom, and as though none of that ever happened all at once inside my head.”

[The South Falls]

A woman entered the Saloon. She wore a white dress, yet it was tattered and beaten, several large rips all over her attire. Her hair was long and white, though incredibly unkempt. One of her eyes glowed a bright, vibrant purple. The other was entirely obscured, covered by some kind of eyepatch. The woman didn’t so much walk forward as she did trudge. There was no sign of injury visible upon her body itself, yet she walked with little energy. She approached the bar, but didn’t even know what to order. For her, everything was mixed up.

She had two distinct memories for every moment in her life save the last few weeks.

Her name...Vezurea? That much she recalled well enough regardless of the memories she called forth. But nothing else matched. Nothing else at all. Had she lived amongst trees and fought in war for much of her life, or lived within a massive complex and spent her time worshipping like any other? Why were there so many similarities? Several people, the same appearance in both sets, yet so...different. Why? What was going on? What had happened fo her? She didn’t know which set was real and which was false, or if it was all somehow real or all just lies. None of it seemed like an illusion yet all of it was faded, blurred. It didn’t make sense, nothing made sense. Why did she feel so...addicted...to that sensation? That bliss that came when she considered certain memories, and the agony that came when she recalled the others? Yet which was real? The bliss, or the agony? Did it matter? She felt...worthless. Why did she feel so worthless? What was the point of her?

She sighed. Thoughts like this had been on her mind for far too long, ever since she’d noticed she had so many...paradoxes. She stared at the bar. Alcohol helped with this, didn’t it? But no. Neither set agreed. One said it was poison, the other...never mentioned it. How did she know something she’d never heard of? What was this madness? She didn’t even know what drink to order! She knew none! This was getting so intensely frustrating that she almost attacked something. Instead, she kept quiet, and walked to a table empty-handed and no less strained than she’d begun.

Violet watched the woman walk to a table. She knew just by looking at her complexion that she was annoyed, completely fed up. Violet didn't always have to tell stories. It was considered rude, right? So, she decided to listen to one for a while. She sat down next to Witherare. Maybe she'd just probe the newcomer, and watch for her intentions. She extended a hand to shake. "Hello. I'm Violet." She stated, matter of factly.

[New Castillan Empire]

Meanwhile, Aroha and two guards waltzed into the saloon.

"Hmmm, this future place, while somewhat familiar, is at the same time somewhat alien." Aroha said. "By the way, there were orange things with scary faces that lit on fire outside. They scared me, so my guards slaughtered them all. If they meant no harm, then I truly apologise." the Maori queen said as his guard held up a shark tooth sword with pumpkin flesh coated on it.

"Amiga, those are called Jack 'o' Lanterns. They're harmless, unless that coconut armour is flammable." Celaeno chuckled.

[Kyoki Chudoku]

A woman entered the Saloon. She wore a white dress, yet it was tattered and beaten, several large rips all over her attire. Her hair was long and white, though incredibly unkempt. One of her eyes glowed a bright, vibrant purple. The other was entirely obscured, covered by some kind of eyepatch. The woman didn’t so much walk forward as she did trudge. There was no sign of injury visible upon her body itself, yet she walked with little energy. She approached the bar, but didn’t even know what to order. For her, everything was mixed up.

She had two distinct memories for every moment in her life save the last few weeks.

Her name...Vezurea? That much she recalled well enough regardless of the memories she called forth. But nothing else matched. Nothing else at all. Had she lived amongst trees and fought in war for much of her life, or lived within a massive complex and spent her time worshipping like any other? Why were there so many similarities? Several people, the same appearance in both sets, yet so...different. Why? What was going on? What had happened fo her? She didn’t know which set was real and which was false, or if it was all somehow real or all just lies. None of it seemed like an illusion yet all of it was faded, blurred. It didn’t make sense, nothing made sense. Why did she feel so...addicted...to that sensation? That bliss that came when she considered certain memories, and the agony that came when she recalled the others? Yet which was real? The bliss, or the agony? Did it matter? She felt...worthless. Why did she feel so worthless? What was the point of her?

She sighed. Thoughts like this had been on her mind for far too long, ever since she’d noticed she had so many...paradoxes. She stared at the bar. Alcohol helped with this, didn’t it? But no. Neither set agreed. One said it was poison, the other...never mentioned it. How did she know something she’d never heard of? What was this madness? She didn’t even know what drink to order! She knew none! This was getting so intensely frustrating that she almost attacked something. Instead, she kept quiet, and walked to a table empty-handed and no less strained than she’d begun.

Violet watched the woman walk to a table. She knew just by looking at her complexion that she was annoyed, completely fed up. Violet didn't always have to tell stories. It was considered rude, right? So, she decided to listen to one for a while. She sat down next to Witherare. Maybe she'd just probe the newcomer, and watch for her intentions. She extended a hand to shake. "Hello. I'm Violet." She stated, matter of factly.

Vezurea noticed someone sit nearby. She didn’t say anything at first, but when a handle was extended, she took it and shook it. The woman seemed to speak...directly. There wasn’t much emotion to her voice, as though she was just stating the obvious. Obvious...the only thing obvious about Vezurea herself was that she had no idea about anything about herself at all. ”I’m Vezurea. Nice to meet you.” Her voice was...shaking, just a little. She didn’t feel afraid...or even cold...yet she trembled. Why? She wanted to say more, but..what else was there to say? She knew nothing about the stranger, nothing about herself. How could she explain herself if she didn’t even know herself?