Personification Life - IC Part 7.5 [open]

[Urran]

Tieria frowned "I would rather hear them myself than have you be tormented"

"Oh, heavens no." Kei chuckled reassuringly. "Since that part of me is disconnected, I cn simply stop listening whenever I want. It's like a radio of sorts, I can turn it on and off when I please. So you're fine."

Tieria breathed a sigh of relief and the food came. Tieria thanked the waiter. "this is nice" he said, gazing into her eyes

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

NVE sat in Neil's living room smoking with him. The chicks sat nearby watching television. "I hope this incident didn't blow the operation. Turner and Blake changed right there in the apartment in front of Bran and Torii. And they were seen with me." NVE said. "I'm sure it's fine, you just need to throw them off your case with a distraction. Like what you found earlier, They will be too busy with a ghostship to care that you lied. I'll set it up." Neil said. "Thanks, is Gretta reviving the agents now?" NVE asked. "Yes, they'll be fine soon." Neil reassured him.

[Erucia]

"What are you doing Ray?" Albert asked, a bit worried. He looked at NVE then, and said, "Paramilitary also counts. Anything you were trained in military tactics and in a military style."

Ray stayed quiet, attempting to fight the massive pain coming from his head. He refused to answer, partially because of his condition and partially because he decided it wasn't an appropriate time. He continued listening in on the conversations, however.

An approaching car could be heard: when it came into sight, it was revealed to be a black E7. It pulled up next to the building's entrance, with two men exiting. One of them was uniformed like a security guard, even wearing a bullet-protective vest over his work-shirt and tie. The other wore a full, three-piece suit; he looked well aged, at the least. They disappeared into the apartment's lobby, and soon arrived via elevator to the floor in which Ray was slowly dieing on.

"Ray!", the suited man exclaimed as he jogged towards him. "Jesus boy, what happened?"

"*Mph!* No idea, Mr. Clark," Ray responded with a light voice as the man hovered over him, the security guard in the background with a sub-machine gun.

[New Aksarben]

"What are you doing Ray?" Albert asked, a bit worried. He looked at NVE then, and said, "Paramilitary also counts. Anything you were trained in military tactics and in a military style."

Ray stayed quiet, attempting to fight the massive pain coming from his head. He refused to answer, partially because of his condition and partially because he decided it wasn't an appropriate time. He continued listening in on the conversations, however.

An approaching car could be heard: when it came into sight, it was revealed to be a black E7. It pulled up next to the building's entrance, with two men exiting. One of them was uniformed like a security guard, even wearing a bullet-protective vest over his work-shirt and tie. The other wore a full, three-piece suit; he looked well aged, at the least. They disappeared into the apartment's lobby, and soon arrived via elevator to the floor in which Ray was slowly dieing on.

"Ray!", the suited man exclaimed as he jogged towards him. "Jesus boy, what happened?"

"*Mph!* No idea, Mr. Clark," Ray responded with a light voice as the man hovered over him, the security guard in the background with a sub-machine gun.

Albert continued holding his shirt to keep Ray's wound from bleeding too much more. "I.... I think I can explain what happened..." He said, uncharacteristically nervous and quiet. He looked up at the people who had come at Ray's calling, wondering who they were.

[Erucia]

Albert continued holding his shirt to keep Ray's wound from bleeding too much more. "I.... I think I can explain what happened..." He said, uncharacteristically nervous and quiet. He looked up at the people who had come at Ray's calling, wondering who they were.

Mr. Clark looked up towards Albert, giving him a funny look. "Well then, catboy: I suppose you ought to tell us. However, that can all happen while we get Ray here to the safehouse. You're not coming-"

"Mr. Clark," Ray coughed and continued. "He's a f-friend. I'm s-sure he can help."

Mr. Clark paused for a few moments and sighed. "Fine, the catboy can come along. Help us out here," he said as he attempted to lift up Ray. "And how many times have I told you to call me Simon?"

[The BranRiech]

Tieria breathed a sigh of relief and the food came. Tieria thanked the waiter. "this is nice" he said, gazing into her eyes

Kei was too busy to respond. She was stuffing her face with food at the moment and looked up, guilty.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Yeah, this is nice, and the food here? Excellent."

[Swith Witherward]

he looked taken back. "y-you are partially right...I-I-I told you I had two favors...th-the other one involved my nation" he teared up. "please! d-do not destroy my nation because of Yuri! she does not personify us! there is something wrong with her. she is evil! completely evil! either she does not personify us or something is wrong in the State of Urran" he calmed down somewhat, but he was visibly stressed

*He had an uneasy feeling in him (Possibly feeling what Levi would have), but he shrugged it off and continued drinking.*
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"Whoever you can find, but please, NO MORTALS! Last thing we need is for them to get slaughtered or us having to watch them."
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"Good as in, ya 'no little ab'out me?"

"Yuri is the Hetalia of your nation, its personification. She doesn't represent your people's thoughts. Your people could become communist and her opinions wouldn't be swayed by them. But Hetalia aren't immortal, Yoshi. She is only as strong as her nation. If her people lose heart in their nation, or if war is raged there, she feels it. She is as tied to them as a petal is to a plant. If the plant dies, so does the petal. Her anger seems to stem from the pains of conflict upon your native soil. I can't fault her for that. But... dear Yoshi, she threatened my son for no other reason that his forced-up political affiliation. I'm no longer bound to protect him, but I am bound by contract to protect Rachelle, who is like my own granddaughter. That child will grow up with her father beside her, unless he does yet another stupid thing and offs himself, and so, I will protect my own.

"Hetalia die, Yoshi. Yuri is wrong in her thinking. They die when the people die or when the people lose their patriotism, and the people are essential to keep her alive."

She sat back in her chair and sipped her coffee. "Would you like a bagel?"

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"No mortals... got it," Blythe said. "And that leaves... um. Do you want me to ask Swith and Ogoti? I don't think Gio would want to be in battle."

--

"No," Mama Toussaint smiled, "Good as in deh Universe can't force me to tell you tings. Relief!"

[South Romagnia]

"I need medical attention....please.", Katya groaned. She felt hot and sick. She stayed curled up beside Bran.

Torii looked very sorry for her older sibling.

[New Aksarben]

Albert continued holding his shirt to keep Ray's wound from bleeding too much more. "I.... I think I can explain what happened..." He said, uncharacteristically nervous and quiet. He looked up at the people who had come at Ray's calling, wondering who they were.

Mr. Clark looked up towards Albert, giving him a funny look. "Well then, catboy: I suppose you ought to tell us. However, that can all happen while we get Ray here to the safehouse. You're not coming-"

"Mr. Clark," Ray coughed and continued. "He's a f-friend. I'm s-sure he can help."

Mr. Clark paused for a few moments and sighed. "Fine, the catboy can come along. Help us out here," he said as he attempted to lift up Ray. "And how many times have I told you to call me Simon?"

Albert kept wondering who they were, but assumed they were part of 317 or something. "Don't call me a catboy. I'm Albert." He continued holding his shirt to Ray's head. He was afraid if he took it away, it would cause Ray even more harm.

[Swith Witherward]

"I need medical attention....please.", Katya groaned. She felt hot and sick. She stayed curled up beside Bran.

Torii looked very sorry for her older sibling.

"I'm here," Naomi whispered. She laid her hands on Kayta. "Don't worry, you'll be okay."

OOC: I'd had her approach the group right after she was done with Luce.

[The BranRiech]

"I need medical attention....please.", Katya groaned. She felt hot and sick. She stayed curled up beside Bran.

Torii looked very sorry for her older sibling.

"It'll be alright, Katya, it doesn't seem as fatal as it was. Prim did something that's keeping you alive. Hey! We need help here!" Bran shouted down the halls to anyone who could hear.

[Germanic Templars]

he looked taken back. "y-you are partially right...I-I-I told you I had two favors...th-the other one involved my nation" he teared up. "please! d-do not destroy my nation because of Yuri! she does not personify us! there is something wrong with her. she is evil! completely evil! either she does not personify us or something is wrong in the State of Urran" he calmed down somewhat, but he was visibly stressed

*He had an uneasy feeling in him (Possibly feeling what Levi would have), but he shrugged it off and continued drinking.*
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"Whoever you can find, but please, NO MORTALS! Last thing we need is for them to get slaughtered or us having to watch them."
___
"Good as in, ya 'no little ab'out me?"

"Yuri is the Hetalia of your nation, its personification. She doesn't represent your people's thoughts. Your people could become communist and her opinions wouldn't be swayed by them. But Hetalia aren't immortal, Yoshi. She is only as strong as her nation. If her people lose heart in their nation, or if war is raged there, she feels it. She is as tied to them as a petal is to a plant. If the plant dies, so does the petal. Her anger seems to stem from the pains of conflict upon your native soil. I can't fault her for that. But... dear Yoshi, she threatened my son for no other reason that his forced-up political affiliation. I'm no longer bound to protect him, but I am bound by contract to protect Rachelle, who is like my own granddaughter. That child will grow up with her father beside her, unless he does yet another stupid thing and offs himself, and so, I will protect my own.

"Hetalia die, Yoshi. Yuri is wrong in her thinking. They die when the people die or when the people lose their patriotism, and the people are essential to keep her alive."

She sat back in her chair and sipped her coffee. "Would you like a bagel?"

--

"No mortals... got it," Blythe said. "And that leaves... um. Do you want me to ask Swith and Ogoti? I don't think Gio would want to be in battle."

--

"No," Mama Toussaint smiled, "Good as in deh Universe can't force me to tell you tings. Relief!"

"We got a variety of creme cheeses to choose from!"
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"Bring them if you want to."
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"Like w'ut?"

[South Romagnia]

"I need medical attention....please.", Katya groaned. She felt hot and sick. She stayed curled up beside Bran.

Torii looked very sorry for her older sibling.

"I'm here," Naomi whispered. She laid her hands on Kayta. "Don't worry, you'll be okay."

OOC: I'd had her approach the group right after she was done with Luce.

(Ooc) sorry. Been sorta.....hazy for the past few hours.

Katya watched Naomi to see what would happen.

[Giovenith]

"Well I've taken a liking to her," agreed Giovenith, chirping back to the gem-dracoling. "I hope we can continue to do what is right for her."

"Count on it," returned Dora in her usual light tone, that somehow managed to carry weight anyhow. "I'm sure everything will work out just fine." She made a mental note to tape-record some of Giovenith's phrases and make a mini-dictionary of dragon-speak.

"Miss Dora, did you ever have a daddy?" she asked out of the blue.

[Urran]

"Yuri is the Hetalia of your nation, its personification. She doesn't represent your people's thoughts. Your people could become communist and her opinions wouldn't be swayed by them. But Hetalia aren't immortal, Yoshi. She is only as strong as her nation. If her people lose heart in their nation, or if war is raged there, she feels it. She is as tied to them as a petal is to a plant. If the plant dies, so does the petal. Her anger seems to stem from the pains of conflict upon your native soil. I can't fault her for that. But... dear Yoshi, she threatened my son for no other reason that his forced-up political affiliation. I'm no longer bound to protect him, but I am bound by contract to protect Rachelle, who is like my own granddaughter. That child will grow up with her father beside her, unless he does yet another stupid thing and offs himself, and so, I will protect my own.

"Hetalia die, Yoshi. Yuri is wrong in her thinking. They die when the people die or when the people lose their patriotism, and the people are essential to keep her alive."

She sat back in her chair and sipped her coffee. "Would you like a bagel?"

he shook his head. "I lost my appetite....sh-she changed...Mrs. Swith she changed, something is going on back home behind closed doors...a-and your offer? I-I would like to accept it. i-i-if you don't mind. a mortal like me could never repay you though, so why are you doing this?""


Tieria nodded and smiled "very good indeed"

[Tiltjuice]

"Count on it," returned Dora in her usual light tone, that somehow managed to carry weight anyhow. "I'm sure everything will work out just fine." She made a mental note to tape-record some of Giovenith's phrases and make a mini-dictionary of dragon-speak.

"Miss Dora, did you ever have a daddy?" she asked out of the blue.

Dora froze. "Yes, I did. Why do you ask?"

[Giovenith]

"Miss Dora, did you ever have a daddy?" she asked out of the blue.

Dora froze. "Yes, I did. Why do you ask?"

"... Ummmm... is it all that super weird to not have one?"

[Erucia]

Albert kept wondering who they were, but assumed they were part of 317 or something. "Don't call me a catboy. I'm Albert." He continued holding his shirt to Ray's head. He was afraid if he took it away, it would cause Ray even more harm.

"Well then Albert," Simon responded. "Help me get Ray to the car. It's right outside." Despite the wound being more minor than it could have been, Ray was still starting to fall in and out of consciousness.

[Swith Witherward]

"We got a variety of creme cheeses to choose from!"
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"Bring them if you want to."
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"Like w'ut?"

"Mm," Swith brightened. "Have you tried the one with strawberries swirled into it? I found it at the market day before yesterday. Oh, so good!"

She grew serious again. "Yoshi, a year ago, I would have given you what I just offered. You would have instant perfection in your writing. You would have written that work. And then you would have been unhappy. The world would pale, and nothing would be beautiful enough. This is what happens to those who take up my offer. They want more and more, they see flaws and demand more perfection. They slowly eat away at themselves. In exchange for that "blessing", I'd take your soul. But I'm not the same being. Thriller taught me that there are better things, and better ways to go about my business. So no, I can't in good conscious do that to you.

"However, you have the ability to sway the people. You're a writer. The pen is indeed mightier than a sword. Your leaders... they can't control the minds of the people, not really. Yuri can only change when the people rise up. The people are the power. That's why, when you conquer a nation, you blight the crops and riddle the people with disease. It's the people, disgusted with their government's inability to do anything, that then force their government into action or else they topple that government. This is how Chaos conquers. This is how, I think, the Templars unite nations."

Swith raised her eyebrow. "Is that one of the methods you use to unite the nations?" she asked.



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"Right!" Xanthe and Blythe replied. "Meet in the lobby in an hour?"

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"I don' know! Deh Universe won' tell me!" Toussaint laughed in relief. "I know on'y know what Minerva told me. Dis good!"

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Naomi laid her hands on Kayta and began to heal her, stripping away her pain and knitting her wounded body.

[Tiltjuice]

Dora froze. "Yes, I did. Why do you ask?"

"... Ummmm... is it all that super weird to not have one?"

"Not really, no." Dora relaxed again, and began fishing for a cigarette she'd lifted from a clown. "A lot of people I knew didn't have one."

[Urran]

"Mm," Swith brightened. "Have you tried the one with strawberries swirled into it? I found it at the market day before yesterday. Oh, so good!"

She grew serious again. "Yoshi, a year ago, I would have given you what I just offered. You would have instant perfection in your writing. You would have written that work. And then you would have been unhappy. The world would pale, and nothing would be beautiful enough. This is what happens to those who take up my offer. They want more and more, they see flaws and demand more perfection. They slowly eat away at themselves. In exchange for that "blessing", I'd take your soul. But I'm not the same being. Thriller taught me that there are better things, and better ways to go about my business. So no, I can't in good conscious do that to you.

"However, you have the ability to sway the people. You're a writer. The pen is indeed mightier than a sword. Your leaders... they can't control the minds of the people, not really. Yuri can only change when the people rise up. The people are the power. That's why, when you conquer a nation, you blight the crops and riddle the people with disease. It's the people, disgusted with their government's inability to do anything, that then force their government into action or else they topple that government. This is how Chaos conquers. This is how, I think, the Templars unite nations."

Swith raised her eyebrow. "Is that one of the methods you use to unite the nations?" she asked.

"perfection is not what I want...I-I just want to give people hope through my writing...." he admitted, he seemed saddened and afraid. in truth, Swith terrified him.

[Germanic Templars]

"We got a variety of creme cheeses to choose from!"
___
"Bring them if you want to."
___
"Like w'ut?"

"Mm," Swith brightened. "Have you tried the one with strawberries swirled into it? I found it at the market day before yesterday. Oh, so good!"

She grew serious again. "Yoshi, a year ago, I would have given you what I just offered. You would have instant perfection in your writing. You would have written that work. And then you would have been unhappy. The world would pale, and nothing would be beautiful enough. This is what happens to those who take up my offer. They want more and more, they see flaws and demand more perfection. They slowly eat away at themselves. In exchange for that "blessing", I'd take your soul. But I'm not the same being. Thriller taught me that there are better things, and better ways to go about my business. So no, I can't in good conscious do that to you.

"However, you have the ability to sway the people. You're a writer. The pen is indeed mightier than a sword. Your leaders... they can't control the minds of the people, not really. Yuri can only change when the people rise up. The people are the power. That's why, when you conquer a nation, you blight the crops and riddle the people with disease. It's the people, disgusted with their government's inability to do anything, that then force their government into action or else they topple that government. This is how Chaos conquers. This is how, I think, the Templars unite nations."

Swith raised her eyebrow. "Is that one of the methods you use to unite the nations?" she asked.



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"Right!" Xanthe and Blythe replied. "Meet in the lobby in an hour?"

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"I don' know! Deh Universe won' tell me!" Toussaint laughed in relief. "I know on'y what Minerva told me. Dis good!"

"Sorry 'bout that Yoshi. If it makes you feel better, My altered personality, Levi was, for a short time, under her control. Before he rejoined with me and she had to remove it off of me." *he took another sip of his coffee.* "Also dear, we use more than propaganda. Sometimes we annex and such. Mixed tactics keep people on their toes."
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"Oh no, for me to get the weapons, that would take more than an hour, but rather a few days. Don't worry I will be back."
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"Not good, bor'n'."

[Swith Witherward]

"perfection is not what I want...I-I just want to give people hope through my writing...." he admitted, he seemed saddened and afraid. in truth, Swith terrified him.

"You do have that ability in you, Yoshi. But you should let it come out on its own. It's there." She smiled at him.

[Urran]

"perfection is not what I want...I-I just want to give people hope through my writing...." he admitted, he seemed saddened and afraid. in truth, Swith terrified him.

"You do have that ability in you, Yoshi. But you should let it come out on its own. It's there." She smiled at him.

Yoshi looked up and let it all sink in. "I-I understand." he said with a smile. "c-can I ask you a question?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Sorry 'bout that Yoshi. If it makes you feel better, My altered personality, Levi was, for a short time, under her control. Before he rejoined with me and she had to remove it off of me." *he took another sip of his coffee.* "Also dear, we use more than propaganda. Sometimes we annex and such. Mixed tactics keep people on their toes."
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"Oh no, for me to get the weapons, that would take more than an hour, but rather a few days. Don't worry I will be back."
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"Not good, bor'n'."

Swith thought about that one. "Ah, a little change-up never hurt the cause. Annex? I'm not familiar with that."

"Oh, and yes," she said to Yoshi. "I don't mind questions."

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Blythe nodded and kissed his cheek. "Be careful, okay?"

Xanthe offered a shy smile and then impulsively stood on her tiptoes and kissed his other cheek. She blushed and looked away.

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"Bor'n? Wat you mean? Exciting! Don' know nuthin' 'bout you! Dialog! Den we learn more 'bout deh other one and vice versa. I go firs'. Mebbe 'cause I don' know dis... but what are you, den?"