Purgation International Academy (IC, MT, Closed)

by **Allyrije** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 9:38 am

Arja smiles timidly and clears her throat, hoping to avoid embarrassments regarding her accent, "Many thanks Madam. I suppose I'll join the other students at the table and enjoy the hospitality."

Arja jumped a little, startled before pulling out a chair next to the girl. She took off her hat and placed it on the table, "Apologies, you startled me a little. I wasn't expecting to attract attention so soon. I'm Lieutenant Arja í-Lanalis Halfdansdottir Larathael. But please, simply call me Arja, my full name is merely a formality. Thank you for inviting me to sit next to you but I'm afraid we're not familiar, you are?" Arja smiles warmly at the girl and offers her hand to shake.

by **Adab** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 9:49 am

"Oh, of course." Aida smiled widely as she shook Arja's hand, suddenly remembering that she hadn't introduced herself. "Aida Kaykali, from the Empire of Adab. You can just call me Aida. Where do you come from, by the way?"

by **New Minitopia** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 9:52 am

OOC: This is me trying to keep up with the rest of the people.

12:00 hours. Location: Apartment near Academy.

Bio was lying on the sofa, scrolling through the channels in Purgatio, and was surprised at the vast difference between Purgatio and New Minitopia, but also how both had large armies, he started drifting of on a wonder, but then returned to reality, and refused to remember the War, he grabbed his Scotch, and took a slug.He couldn't wait to meet all the other students, and show them what happened to him

by **Allyrije** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 10:02 am

Arja lets go of Aida's hand, smiling. "You have a lovely name if I may say so. I'm from the Kingdom of Allyrije although a more palatable anglicised version of the name is Allyria. Specifically, I'm from the province of Endirije. Where I'm from is quite rural - mostly small villages surrounded by farms, lakes and rivers with some larger cities on the outskirts of the province. It's Allyria's breadbasket. Other than the few times I was on leave in Avelirn from the military academy, I've never really been in a city as large as this. Plus, it's the first time leaving my homeland so naturally I'm quite nervous."

by **Adab** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 10:10 am

Allyrije wrote:Arja lets go of Aida's hand, smiling. "You have a lovely name if I may say so. I'm from the Kingdom of Allyrije although a more palatable anglicised version of the name is Allyria. Specifically, I'm from the province of Endirije. Where I'm from is quite rural - mostly small villages surrounded by farms, lakes and rivers with some larger cities on the outskirts of the province. It's Allyria's breadbasket. Other than the few times I was on leave in Avelirn from the military academy, I've never really been in a city as large as this. Plus, it's the first time leaving my homeland so naturally I'm quite nervous."

"That makes two of us." Aida giggled. "I was a bit nervous too at the beginning. I didn't really want to come here actually, but my dad thinks I should learn more about foreign cultures and such, so that's why I'm here." She took a breath before continuing, "I was born in Kuwait City while my parents were on vacation, but I actually lived in Baghdad for most of my life, since my dad lived and worked there... but now I'm attending university in Adab City. But I still think of Baghdad as my hometown. Nice place, if a bit hot at times. But if you live you'll get used to it pretty quickly."

by **Allyrije** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 10:29 am

"I've never been too good with very high temperatures. Where I'm from is quite temperate so I grew up used to that. When I moved to Avelirn to study, it was a little hotter than I was accustomed to and having to wear my uniform constantly didn't help with that. My mother was the one who decided I ought to study abroad. She's the Prime Minister and decided that sending her daughter to study abroad would show Allyria in a good light especially since we were very isolated up until recently. I didn't quite know how to take the news that I was to study here at first since I seldom see much of my family anyway regardless of now being a 30-hour flight away from home. It's odd, I don't think I've ever not gone this long without speaking Allyrian or seeing a familiar sight and honestly, I don't quite know how to feel about it." She holds eye contact through the exchange with Aida before gazing about the hall, in awe.

by **New Minitopia** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 11:54 am

Bio wondered why is father, the new king of New Minitopia, sent him here. He was a illegitimate son, like his father before him. But his father had payed all bills and excused them from tax, and payed Bio's education, and always made time to be a father.
He then started wondering if any of his other students would greet him here. Probably not, but it was nice to dream.

by **Purgatio** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:03 pm

At this point, as everyone's profiteroles au Chocolat had been consumed and most of the guests had finished with their dessert, Geneviéve stood up again, clinking her glass with a metal fork loudly until the room had quietened down, making her way back to the podium grinning from ear to ear, "Of course, we would like to give a magnificent round of applause for all our budding musicians in this room who treated us to a wonderful night of music and cultural appreciation, isn't it great to listen to some foreign music? Particularly the Catholic classics, such classical antiquity, I'm sure it brought back so many memories for those of this room old enough to remember when there were still practising Catholics in Purgatio, ah it feels so long ago, like a dream. Such cultural nostalgia." She paused for a while just to catch her breath before continuing swiftly on, "I hope everyone in this room has enjoyed their dinner tonight, I promise there will be more occasions for all of you to enjoy a fancy meal at an official setting. If I'm not wrong, you guys will be enjoying another formal dinner at PNL Party Headquarters in a few days' time? Regardless, I hope all of our students will have a very enjoyable time visiting all our prominent landmarks in the Dominion. Thank you all for coming!" She said, as she and her husband, Chalon-Arlay, stood at the podium.

Geneviéve and Chalon-Arlay stood rigidly at the podium, as they and everyone in the room, judges and prosecutors and teachers and doctors and scientists and police officers and military generals alike, in unison, brought their right arms swiftly up to their left breast, and quickly shot their right palms into the air again as before, repeating the former ritual of "Heil De La Fayette!" and Chalon-Arlay replying "Heil Citoyens!", as Chalon-Arlay and Geneviéve made their way across the room and out of the main entrance to the dining hall, every civil servant keeping their right arms rigid and taut throughout, party symbols emblazoned on their left armbands for all to see, and only when Chalon-Arlay and Geneviéve had left the room did their right shoulders shoot back down to their side. Salomé and Jules-Pierre turned to the PIA students, getting their attention before Salomé continued, "Alright, students, everyone follow me please! I'll be leading you all back to the bus so we can bring everyone back to the PIA, its fairly late at the moment so let's keep it snappy so everyone's able to go to bed at a not-ungodly hour." She grinned, as she and Jules-Pierre dutifully led the students back down the marbled, spiral staircase, back down to the waiting bus, where Salomé entered the bus with the students as Jules-Pierre brought up the rear, counting the students and checking them off the most-updated student registration list, including all the recently-registered arrivals. Jules-Pierre's internal monologue went 'Svala, Arja, Marta, Gaz....and Bio...okay that must be everyone then....'

The bus ride back to the Academy was fairly uneventful, the students saw all the same landmarks from earlier, the familiar surveillance cameras and patrolling PICOS secret police and all the people taking the crowded buses and trains back home from their various workplaces, Ravaliér's bustling metropolis and city lights glowed and shone beautifully in the dark, breaking through a dim night to make for a rather shimmeringly-dazzling city skyline. Salomé and Jules-Pierre both found the sights rather familiar, and so paid them no mind, Salomé's mind was actually on the administrative preparations needed for tomorrow, and Jules-Pierre was focussed on how to brief the students later on. When the bus reached the PIA (Jules-Pierre personally found the artificial lighting and paned windows of the PIA particularly beautiful at night, it had such a feel of tranquility to it) and all the students were seated in various couches around the lounge, Jules-Pierre smiled, "Alright students, I certainly hope your bellies are full and everyone is well rested and had a very enjoyable dinner. I promise there will be more events like this, but before that, a quick briefing for tomorrow. You guys will be having a quick lecture in the morning on your various reading lists, you'll have time to buy all the books necessary for the different classes you are taking. Then, we'll be visiting the first two locations of your International Tour. In the afternoon, it'll be the Purgation Institute of Genetic Cleanliness, and then in the evening you all will be visiting a secondary school here in Ravaliér called the Aumale-Talleyrand Gifted Academy of Excellence, so hopefully its going to be a very exciting day tomorrow. Right now, feel free to unpack your bags and shower and have a good night's rest for tomorrow. So make sure to meet in this lounge at 1 pm tomorrow so you guys won't miss the bus, alright that's all Salomé and I have for today, thank you all for being so well-behaved." He grinned, as the students were dismissed.

***

Jules-Pierre was his usually cheery self when he walked over, at around 12.50 pm, to the lounge, right next to the main entrance to the PIA where the students were supposed to meet. Salomé was already there, looking far less cheery, her eyebags were rather noticeable and she had a large mug of coffee in her left hand, barely registering Jules-Pierre entering the room. He grinned, walking over to Salomé to say hi before she held up a finger, "Don't, Jules-Pierre. Not in the mood." "Oh...." Jules-Pierre raised an eyebrow, shaking his head, "Rough night last night?" "I got barely any sleep, like, 4 hours tops. Juggling work here and at the Home Office is crazy I tell you, but someone's paranoid boss...." Salomé pointed at herself, "Didn't want a foreign student programme to occur without Home Office supervision. I swear, that bitch is paranoid as fuck, but I guess that's what makes her a good Home Secretary. Ugh...." She groaned, taking another long gulp from her coffee mug, as Jules-Pierre wisely decided to take a few steps back and leave Salomé alone in her little squalour of misery. He waited as the students slowly arrived from having lunch at the school café, and diligently took their attendance, as Salomé quietly shepherded everyone onto the bus, making sure they were all seated and no one had been left behind before giving the signal to the bus driver to take off.

The road down to the Purgation Institute for Genetic Cleanliness, or PIGC, was rather uneventful. The PIGC, just like the Executive Palace of His Magnificus Dominus, was located somewhere in the central governmental area or 'civic district' of Ravaliér, and so the students passed by many of the familiar sights from before, the same museums and office buildings, and of course the Executive Palace, which the bus swooped pass by, the beautiful dome and paned windows towering high in the sky, as if looking down hierarchically on all the 'lower' government buildings surrounding it. The bus then turned down a left corner, and Jules-Pierre grinned, standing up as he gestured forward, "Students, right in front of us on the road is the famed Purgation Institute for Genetic Cleanliness, or PIGC. As you can tell, unlike other buildings whose architecture is distinctly Baroque, Renaissance or Classical, the PIGC building is a modern superstructure constructed in 1987 on that glorious day the PNL won the 1987 general election, its rather beautiful isn't it? I personally find it very dazzling, a beautiful site which fascinated me as a kid whenever I saw it pass by in the distance."

Jules-Pierre continued, "It is where all important government-funded research into matters of genetics and genomics, including embryonic stem cell research, gene isolation and editing, innovating new GMO products, and of course genetic registration, are all conducted here by our best and brightest minds in the country. Any Purgation who aspires to enter the field of genetics and genomics aspires to work here, preferably on a prestigious PIGC civil service scholarship, and because of how central the PIGC is to much of how our government functions, you can expect security here to be tight, so stick close to Salomé and me so none of the PICOS guards ask you what you're doing there." He warned, as the bus came to a gentle stop right in front of the entrance of the PIGC. As the students got off, Jules-Pierre looked over at Salomé to continue the briefing, saw how tired and exhausted she appeared, and tactfully decided to just continue the briefing for the students. He and Salomé got off, right at the main entrance. Every corner was filled with surveillance cameras, and the doors to the main entrance was guarded, on both the left and the right, by an armed PICOS officer, menacingly and carefully scrutinising each person who entered the place. Jules-Pierre pointed to the guards at the main entrance, "Ah, so this is the first layer of security, surveillance cameras to spot any unfamiliar persons loitering about the facility, and entering the main entrance pass two armed PICOS guards who will look out for any unfamiliar or suspicious persons, whom they will stop to ask for identification. In this case, there's no need because...." As Jules-Pierre and Salomé approached, the two PICOS guards recognised their faces and nodded for them to pass, as Salomé and Jules-Pierre led the students pass the open glass doors of the main entrance, into a gigantic building. The marbled floor looked like it went on forever, and a transparent glass ceiling with anti-condensation technology towered far ahead of them in the air, the wispy clouds visible through the ceiling. Banners of Director of the PIGC Marin De La Trémoille hung from every corner of the building, with prominent quotes of him saying vaguely pro-eugenic statements at various points in his life, and right above the glass doors to the main entrance read the words Purgatio, Pure and Free, as Jules-Pierre explained, "That's the title for our national anthem, and also the official motto for the PIGC. Follow me, guys!"

As the students walked onward, the armed PICOS guards patrolling every corner and floor of the building were very noticeable, clearly this had to be a very important building if the Purgation Government would spend such resources and dedicate such manpower to defending it at all costs. Jules-Pierre led the students over to 15 glass doors, lined up next to each other in a row, and in front of each of the glass doors was what appeared to be a card reader. Various persons were walking up to one of the glass door, tapping a card and walking right through. Jules-Pierre explained, "What all of you are seeing is our main security system, everyone has a national ID card which they will need to scan, otherwise they won't be able to pass through. See..." He walked over to one of the glass doors, tapped his own card, and a female robotic voice, much like a default PA announcer, emanated from the card-reading machine: Genetically-Healthy. Welcome to the PIGC, Jules-Pierre De Maizière. As the female voice crooned from the machine, the glass doors slid open for Jules-Pierre to walk right on through. Salomé walked up to the machine, which likewise crooned out Genetically-Healthy. Welcome to the PIGC, Salomé Villeneuve, but before she walked through the glass doors she turned around to explain to the students, "All of you have your student ID cards, with special diplomatic status allowing you all access to all the sites and locations for the International Tour, so just tap your IDs on the machine like Salomé and I did, and walk right on through."

Once all the students had gotten through, Jules-Pierre led the group up the escalator to the third floor, which led to the entrance to what appeared to be a massive research lab, petri dishes and microscopes abounding behind the door. Jules-Pierre scanned his fingerprint, then the iris of his eye, and then intoned into a microphone, "Jules-Pierre De Maizière, keep doors open for authorisation for International Tour", he said, as the doors slid open for all the students to enter what would otherwise have been a restricted area. As the students were taken into the research lab, Jules-Pierre grinned as he interrupted a young teenage boy who appeared to be spreading and streaking a bacterial strain on an agar plate petri dish.

"What, what is it?" The boy asked rudely, turning around to see Jules-Pierre and Salomé, as his expression changed, raised palm in the air, "Heil De La Fayette!" "Heil!" Salomé and Jules-Pierre responded in kind, as the boy shook his head, "I'm so sorry for being rude, I didn't realise you guys were..." "We're a little early Ansel, traffic was light" Jules-Pierre replied, before turning round to the throng of students to explain, "Students, this is Ansel De Lussan, student-intern at the PIGC, he will be giving you your tour for the PIGC." He explained, as Ansel grinned and stepped forward, vainly pushing up the front of his slightly-tousled hair which had been styled to the right, as he took off his lab coat to hang it by the side, "Well, this is a bigger group than I expected. Thank you all for coming, I hope your trip to the Dominion thus far has been inspiring. Well, you guys are standing in the most important corner of the PIGC, this section, normally restricted to any members of the public, is charged with maintaining the genetic registration and national DNA database of our Dominion, this is where DNA samples are tested, analysed, and the raw data is entered into the database accordingly. To explain the concept very simply, our Dominion mandates the collection of the DNA of all who reside here, with the exception of diplomatic guests like yourselves of course. In 1987, when mandatory DNA collection was first implemented, the PIGC was tasked with coming up with an algorithm that would basically compare the raw, aggregate genetic data of convicted criminals, terrorists, the physically and mentally disabled, the psychologically-disordered or insane, 'work-shy' persons and the persistently homeless or unemployed, against the raw, aggregate genetic data of everyone else in Purgatio. The point of the algorithm was to measure common and frequent deviations, what in genomics we call 'variance DNA'. That same algorithm can then be applied to all future genetic data, entered into the database, to measure the probability of that person becoming a criminal or other socially-undesirable person, as indicated by their DNA. This DNA collection happens at point of birth, it is entered into the system, tested, and then flagged by the system as 'genetically-healthy' or 'genetically-disordered'. After which, everyone is issued an ID card, with a barcode. That barcode, when read by the appropriate scanner, automatically brings up your genetic file, so the system can read which category you fall under. That is the heart of our security system. If you all will follow me..."

Ansel took the group forward, right in front of a door to the side of the room, "Behind this door is one of the most important pieces of infrastructure here in our Dominion, what Purgations casually refer to as the Auspex Operandi." He said, as he scanned his card on the reader outside the door, as the machine intoned Genetically-Healthy. Welcome to the Auspex Operandi, Ansel De Lussan, and Ansel and all the students entered a dimly lit room, what appeared to be towering computer systems and machines lining every corner, blue lights blinking back and forth across the entire system.

"Students, what you see before you is the Auspex Operandi, a complex network of supercomputers whose job is to store all the raw genetic data of every Purgation citizens, from 1987 until now, continuous apply Director De La Trémoille's algorithm to each piece of data, identify each as 'genetically-healthy' or 'genetically-disordered', match each genetic data to the name and ID number of each Purgation citizen's ID card, accept new genetic data whenever we enter it into the system, identify that new data as 'genetically-healthy' or 'genetically-disordered', register when a 'genetically-healthy' person has been 're-classified' as 'genetically-disordered' for whatever reason, update the algorithm accordingly and apply the updated algorithm to all existing genetic files, 're-classify' those persons accordingly, and rinse and repeat. As you can imagine from what I just described, it is an arduous process requiring significant processing power, hence why a network of supercomputers was necessary as the genetic data increased over time in terms of sheer volume. This system of computers also constantly backs up the genetic data, making copies and deleting older copies, which are then stored on data-centres across this country, so even if the PIGC computer network is ever hacked, back-ups exist so we don't have to start from scratch." Ansel turned to the class, smiling with national pride and letting them admire the Auspex Operandi for a while, before speaking up, "So, I imagine some of you might have questions. Feel free to ask me anything, or mingle around the PIGC if you prefer, or talk to your buddies, I'll be here the whole time in case anyone has any questions about what you've seen."

by **Prussian Polish Commonwealth** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:13 pm

Irene took a look at the supercomputer. It was just so tempting to draw her sabre and smash it into the supercomputer. As it stood, she would record this location in her report once she returned to the Commonwealth; if war started, this would be a nice, large, convenient target for the new Schwarze Husar(Black Hussar) ground-attack aircraft that she was training to operate with. They were effective aircraft, if not as elegant as their supposed ancestor, the Stuka dive-bomber. She was sure that whatever resources they devoted to it, if an airfield could be established within range, German steel(Or depleted-uranium bombs/missiles) would win the day. Even if the Black Hussars couldn't reach it, the Orzeł(Eagle) Heavy Bombers could.
She coughed loudly. "Sir, what's the total processing power of this?"

Karl simply looked on impassively, while Marie gulped and stuck with Irene, who was unconsciously stroking her.

by **Purgatio** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:18 pm

"Slightly more than 100 quadrillion FLOPS, or floating-point operations per second. Apparently, there are supercomputers in China and Japan with a higher processing speed, we are told, but our mechanical engineering department is always working overtime to innovate more powerful systems of course." Ansel explained, grinning from ear to ear

by **Prussian Polish Commonwealth** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:19 pm

Purgatio wrote:"Slightly more than 100 quadrillion FLOPS, or floating-point operations per second. Apparently, there are supercomputers in China and Japan with a higher processing speed, we are told, but our mechanical engineering department is always working overtime to innovate more powerful systems of course." Ansel explained, grinning from ear to ear

Irene squinted her eyes. "...Ansel, was it? Helena's had plenty to say about you."

by **Purgatio** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:21 pm

Prussian Polish Commonwealth wrote:
Purgatio wrote:"Slightly more than 100 quadrillion FLOPS, or floating-point operations per second. Apparently, there are supercomputers in China and Japan with a higher processing speed, we are told, but our mechanical engineering department is always working overtime to innovate more powerful systems of course." Ansel explained, grinning from ear to ear

Irene squinted her eyes. "...Ansel, was it? Helena's had plenty to say about you."

"Ah yes, I remember Helena" Ansel grinned, shaking his head as he shrugged his shoulder, "I imagine she has. She was such a terribly flaky individual, though."

by **Prussian Polish Commonwealth** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:22 pm

Purgatio wrote:
Prussian Polish Commonwealth wrote:Irene squinted her eyes. "...Ansel, was it? Helena's had plenty to say about you."

"Ah yes, I remember Helena" Ansel grinned, shaking his head as he shrugged his shoulder, "I imagine she has. She was such a terribly flaky individual, though."

Irene raised an eyebrow "...I'd wager my life on her efficiency, she commands the infantry platoon supporting my SPG, and does an excellent job at it too."

by **Purgatio** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:25 pm

Prussian Polish Commonwealth wrote:
Purgatio wrote:
"Ah yes, I remember Helena" Ansel grinned, shaking his head as he shrugged his shoulder, "I imagine she has. She was such a terribly flaky individual, though."

"...I'd wager my life on her efficiency, she commands the infantry platoon supporting my SPG."

"So you're a cadet, just like Helena" Ansel nodded in thought, "If she's a good soldier, obviously I can't speak to that. But in terms of her personality, I just found her rude and uncouth and difficult to get along with, but that's just me."

by **Prussian Polish Commonwealth** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:27 pm

Purgatio wrote:
Prussian Polish Commonwealth wrote:"...I'd wager my life on her efficiency, she commands the infantry platoon supporting my SPG."

"So you're a cadet, just like Helena" Ansel nodded in thought, "If she's a good soldier, obviously I can't speak to that. But in terms of her personality, I just found her rude and uncouth and difficult to get along with, but that's just me."

The corner of Irene's lip twitched. "You'd hate the Commonwealth, then. But back to the subject of the tour. How many resources are allocated to the defence of this piece of glorified scrap metal?"

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:33 pm

Tiberius stepped forward beside Irene, smiling as he looked from Ansel to the piece of machinery.
"Very strange," he spoke slowly, anunciating everything in his strong and, to ansel, very familiar accent. "My cousin said you were a farely nice individual. I must ask though...if you are, why do you assist in genocide? Have you changed...or is my theory, that my cousin is an idiot, true?"

by **Purgatio** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:37 pm

Ansel scowled at Irene calling the machines a 'glorified piece of scrap metal', in any other context he would have retorted angrily but he had to be professional, so he calmed down, "Honestly, I don't know the exact figure, I'm not the Defense Secretary. We have SAM systems to defend this place from aerial bombardment, but beyond that I don't know the exact quantity or monetary figure applied, and I suspect even if I did know I couldn't tell you."

He turned over to Tiberius, "Your cousin? Meaning Leon Varina? Right, he told me he had a cousin coming on this International Tour, I'm guessing that's you. Well, Tiberius, 'genocide' is a slur which the international community throws at this country so much, I've long lost interest. I'm not assisting in 'genocide', I'm assisting in genetic research, its as simple as that. As an intern who doesn't even have my degree yet, all I do is routine work, like PCR and DNA profilling, that's all."

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:41 pm

Purgatio wrote:Ansel scowled at Irene calling the machines a 'glorified piece of scrap metal', in any other context he would have retorted angrily but he had to be professional, so he calmed down, "Honestly, I don't know the exact figure, I'm not the Defense Secretary. We have SAM systems to defend this place from aerial bombardment, but beyond that I don't know the exact quantity or monetary figure applied, and I suspect even if I did know I couldn't tell you."

He turned over to Tiberius, "Your cousin? Meaning Leon Varina? Right, he told me he had a cousin coming on this International Tour, I'm guessing that's you. Well, Tiberius, 'genocide' is a slur which the international community throws at this country so much, I've long lost interest. I'm not assisting in 'genocide', I'm assisting in genetic research, its as simple as that. As an intern who doesn't even have my degree yet, all I do is routine work, like PCR and DNA profilling, that's all."

Tiberius raised an eyebrow, faning a lack of understanding.
"But...forgive me if I'm wrong," he began, "This organisation facilitates the genetic testing of everyone in the country, with the aim of murdering those it sees as unfit to live. By doing so it helps facilitate genocide. If you were a decent person, you'd be campaigning against this sort of barbarity."

"It is in fact your duty," Tuorsaen's voice came out in a low rumble, filled with religious conviction. "The unending war doctrine dictates that good people around the world must resist tyranny wherever it becomes evident, by any means at their disposal. My people have been fighting the tyrant for 10000 years, and we do not mean to stop now. Tell me. Why do you aid him?"

by **Prussian Polish Commonwealth** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:45 pm

Irene shielded Marie behind her and gripped her sabre tightly. If things escalated to bloodshed, a sabre, even if it was only given a point and was last used in 1944, would be useful.

by **Purgatio** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:47 pm

Ansel blinked, glancing from Tiberius and Tuorsaen, not even sure who to address first. He turned to Tiberius, sighing, "Which isn't my problem. I'm just doing my job, Tiberius, routine DNA analysis and PCR, if I don't do it literally some other desperate intern will do it and I'll be genetically-reclassified as disordered for committing high treason. Besides, the government goes to war all the time to safeguard national security, which kills innocent people. I don't understand how this is any different from that."

Then he turned to Tuorsaen, "I don't even know where to start with you. Unending war? Aiding the tyrant? The fuck are you talking about? I don't know what kooky religion you believe in, and frankly I'd rather you not explain it to me, please. So no, this isn't my religious duty, I have no idea what that means really."

by **Lillorainen** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:47 pm

Although they hadn't gotten to singing Perhaps Love yet, Chris, all in all, was satisfied what the dinner had been like - he definitely had met a few very nice lassies there. One might think it was weird he had talked only to girls so far, though, he was sure this would change throughout this trip - and let's be honest, where's the issue about that?
He had slept very well. No wonder - given that he had been suffering from a jetlag and a full belly. Therefore, he had gotten to the PIGC fully awake and quite interested in what that enormous building had to offer.
While he noticed that some of the other students were not impressed by the Auspex Operandi a lot, at least not positively, Chris himself was quite amazed by that supercomputer network - or Supergenetikdatenbankmopped, as he called it in thoughts. He listened attentively what that boy, who had been introduced to them as Ansel De Lussan, had to say about it.
100 quadrillion FLOPS ... really not bad - he thought, not knowing what the processing powers of similar systems in his home country were like.
The conversation between Irene and Ansel seemed strange to him, though. "You guys know each other?" - he asked. He was confused ... who was that Helena? What on earth had he missed again?

by **Purgatio** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:49 pm

Ansel sighed, turning to the boy who spoke up, "Sighs, its a long story, its honestly not worth your time. I met this annoying girl at some Camelone Summer Exchange Programme, who gave me shit the very second I met her. That's Helena. See, its not an interesting story."

by **Prussian Polish Commonwealth** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:50 pm

Lillorainen wrote:snip

Irene shrugged. "The lieutenant who commands the infantry platoon supporting my SPG met him last summer. Things didn't go well, she comes back and warns me about him. Now I'm here."

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:52 pm

Purgatio wrote:Ansel blinked, glancing from Tiberius and Tuorsaen, not even sure who to address first. He turned to Tiberius, sighing, "Which isn't my problem. I'm just doing my job, Tiberius, routine DNA analysis and PCR, if I don't do it literally some other desperate intern will do it and I'll be genetically-reclassified as disordered for committing high treason. Besides, the government goes to war all the time to safeguard national security, which kills innocent people. I don't understand how this is any different from that."

Then he turned to Tuorsaen, "I don't even know where to start with you. Unending war? Aiding the tyrant? The fuck are you talking about? I don't know what kooky religion you believe in, and frankly I'd rather you not explain it to me, please. So no, this isn't my religious duty, I have no idea what that means really."

"Ah but you misunderstand me," Tuorsaen responded, shaking his head vigorously. "The Tyrant opposes Gods objectives, of creating grace and freedom across the world. It is he that creates genocide...mass surveillance...prison slavery. The tyrant infests the minds of previously good politicians and uses them to spread his wicked ways; your own magnificus dominus, I fear, has become a vessil for the tyrant. It is your duty to aid in your countries liberation, defeat the oppressive regime and bring about an age of grace and rightiousness across the land! Do not allow yourself to be corrupted by the tyrants lies."

by **Lillorainen** » Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:56 pm

Chris laughed. "How small the world is." He quite could imagine what this must have been like, judging by that confrontation in the lobby yesterday ... no wonder Ansel thought the story wasn't interesting - but people who stressed 'not interesting' like this usually had to hide something. "Must have been a fun trip then ... if I had just known about that back then. Whatever someone from a country like Lillorainen might be up to there, but still."

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