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Postby Nachfolgia » Tue Jun 04, 2019 4:54 pm

Angelika was taken aback slightly by how blunt Haelger was being. This, of course, was shortly overshadowed by a feeling of being impressed by him. Haegler was smart, without a doubt. He had managed to have a good grasp on Angelika's personality and motivations after only knowing her for a couple days. She thought that she was good at hiding her thoughts, but it seemed that she wasn't good enough to fool a man of Haegler's caliber. She'd have to work harder of that in the future.

Angelika smirked as she knew the "game" was over. " An astute observation, Herr ReichsKommandant. It seems I've underestimated your ability to read people and I do apologise for that." She replied as she motioned for a drink server to come over.

The young private rushed over, doing his best to not spill the tall glasses of alcohol. " Champagne, my Obersterfuhrurin?" The private asked, trying not to make eye contact. Without saying a word, Angelika took a glass and began to sip on it, being careful not to smear her lipstick on the glass. The Private bowed slightly before leaving again. Once it was clear that no one was eavesdropping, Angelika stepped closer to Haegler and began to speak in a hushed tone.

" You are correct, Herr ReichsKommandant. I am not motivated by the Duality like my kinsmen. My motivations have been the same as they have been since I was a little girl. Knowledge and power are my passions and everything I do is to pursue both. As you have stated, my actions have secondary meanings.

To be honest, I don't particularly like going to these balls. It's always the same dribble and they distract me from what I want to accomplish. Naturally, I attend these to further my standing as leader. The more exposure I get, the more charismatic I look as an Obersterfuhrurin and thus, my cult of personality and power grows. Hence our dance, Herr ReichsKommandant.

Now, I say this with all honesty that I did enjoy our dance. It was... satisfying to be able to dance with another partner. It's been a long time since anyone had the guts to dance with the Obersterfuhrurin.

Now I don't want you get the wrong idea. " Angelika said as she chuckled a bit. " I'm not some emotionless monster that is incapable of having sincere feelings. I'm human and can still feel things like love and heartache. It's just that I have my doubts if I'll find anyone worthy to make children with, as much as the idea of a successor makes me nervous." Angelika said before finishing off her champagne.

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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Wed Jun 05, 2019 2:08 am

Dietrich listened to Angelika's confession with a sense of satisfaction. Oh, it was always nice to be right. To tear down facades and reveal what lied below. Granted, Angelika's facade only thinly veiled her ambitions in his opinion. Power...and knowledge but knowledge was just more power in the hands of those who knew how to use it. Knowing that it was power that drove her, and nothing but power, made her something rather easy to read. Easy to calculate with. So long as he supplied power, she would cooperate. So long as she couldn't gain more power by ditching him, she'd stay true to her words. Though knowing her she wouldn't even utter a single word one could later pin her down with.

"I can't tell if that is an honest compliment of yours or not, mylady. I find it so very hard to believe that the young men aren't asking you out for dances frequently, considering just how much they and their fathers hope to have them wed to you and rise in power. Excuse my blunt way of putting it but I felt as though they were rather, hm, unintimidated by your mood up untill I decided to bring one of them into a slightly more dangerous position."

When a private walked past again, with another tablet of alcoholic beverages, Dietrich expertly swiped a glass of the tray. The young man most likely noticed though probably wouldn't complain if he saw who had just taken from him. Or atleast when he saw in whose company that person was. Of course Dietrich didn't feel like drinking, staring at the transparent, slightly yellow-ish drink bubbling in the glass with disinterest. Sparkling wine. It was just good for appearances to hold a glass in ones hand at events like these.

"I don't doubt your ability to have sincere feelings Obersterfuhrurin. You wouldn't be human or an organic creature at all if you wouldn't have those. I can believe that you feel love and heartache. I just associate it with you loving positions rather than people."

Dietrich chuckled lightly.

"A jest of course, mylady. Now, I'm sure you do not share my utilitarian view of love so I wonder why you associate it with having children? For many cultures love appears to be a thing entirely possible without children. I can of course see why the idea of a successor is nervousity inducing to you. Already just the name implies one's own end, and nobody likes to think about that. We would all prefer to think of our lives rather than our deaths. Yet as a ruler, I do not have the luxury to not think of it, to not plan for the future of the realm I've been entrusted with after I've departed the world of the living."

Dietrich stared at the ground, clearly not liking what he said but saying it nonetheless:

"I trust my officers and aides, my ZZ to continue steering things in the direction I intended. But the problem is that none of them are like me. They aren't as..."great" as a person. None of them is an aristocrat. None of them has such a colourful and long history of service, of fighting for their country. None have left that much of an imprint on the nation. I doubt they will be able to successfully hold themselves in power. And what happens then...it is something I'd rather not think about."

Dietrich reached up to his mask, slowly undoing the locks before pulling it off his face, once more revealing just how youthful he actually looked. His face was clouded, his eyes seeming a bit milky as though he was lost in thought. He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip while continuing to stand there, looking rather dreary.

"If worthiness is what concerns you, I suggest to either look for someone you respect and who respects you. Someone with whom your goals and passions align. If they're passable in terms of physical appearance that's also good, both for public appearances and for one's own enjoyment of the relationship. Either that or drop the worthiness aspect and get a weak minded fool with lots of power behind him."

Pain flashed across his face at the last sentence. He downed the rest of his glass in one go and and then started lifting up his mask again, saying:

"Heirs and successors are always such a fickle thing. Theoretically they can be very useful politically and one tends to have absolute dominion over them and thus the ability to form and mold them in whatever way one wishes. Of course practices to do so in the past were barbaric and did more harm than good but with technology and psychological sciences marching forward, it has become as effective as never before. But a small risk always remains that one's heir does not follow their line and perhaps even ends up rebelling."
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Postby Nachfolgia » Thu Jun 06, 2019 3:13 pm

" That is because those idiots have yet to fully grasp how much control I have over them. They think that, since I'm still young, that I've yet to fully understand the position I hold. So, they test the waters on what they can get away with just short of treason. What they fail to realize is that I decided what is treason in my Reich. If he continues to slip up like that... I'll watch with glee as Herr Von Hohenhausen's little ' empire' comes crashing down. I know exactly what the position of Obersterfuhrur is capable of and I intend to take it to new heights."

Angelika had spoken the last few sentences with poison in her voice. It was most obvious that she had nothing but contempt with Herr Von Hohenhausen. To Haelger, it seemed that fate was not smiling kindly on the Nachfolgian CEO. When the probate walked by again, Angelika grabbed another glass of champagne at the same time as Haelger. She took a sip of the bubbly liquid before continuing.

" What I have learned about each of my predecessors is that their successor has undermined them in some way. Each new Obersterfuhrur has put forth new policies and laws that amend the old ones, either in part or entirely. I'm no different. My predecessors purged magic and the supernatural from the Reich and here I am, setting forth policies to use magic to our advantage in war. So, I doubt I need to explain why I don't find the idea of a successor appealing."

Angelika was too busy talking that she almost didn't notice Haegler's changing mood. He seemed to be turn more and more depressed as he talked, sinking deeper into a monotoned state. Realizing this, she studied him more as he continued to speak, waiting for something to jump on. She didn't have to wait long.

What Angelika didn't expect was the sudden twitch of Haegler's face as he talked about worthy lovers. It was quite subtle, but it was almost too noticable to her. It was almost as if he was screaming in pain. She wondered why Haelger would have such an adverse reaction to such a strange topic. She smiled in her usual devious way before prodding him.

" Is something wrong, Herr ReichsKommandant? You seem a little troubled by our conversation of lover and relationships. Have you had a bad experience, perhaps? Spurned by a lover? Heartbroken?" Angelika continued to press that button, hoping to get an answer.

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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Fri Jun 07, 2019 4:09 pm

Dietrich stared at Angelika through the lenses of his mask, confident that she'd be incapable of reading his face now. He cursed himself for letting go off himself right then and there. It wasn't good when those old memories came back up. But Angelika had accidentally pushed the right buttons and sent him spiralling down into the old trauma. Well, no use crying about spilled milk. He'd just have to clean up the mess.

He crossed his arms before his chest, answering Angelika coldly:

"There was no love, Obersterfuhrurin. On neither side. Only cold calculation and naivete. You see, your father had the decency to spare you the child marriage. My father on the other hand took delight in arranging the worst one possible for me."

Before she could press any further, Dietrich grabbed one of her hands by the wrist, doing so quickly, like a viper and hiding the act as good as he could with their bodies. His grip was like iron for Angelika and so very much like the one she had experienced just this morning when he had pinned her in her chair. But this time he was wearing his mask and the reason was not hunger but a cold hatred. He only hissed:

"Stop."

, while squeezing her wrist. Angelika would find that his remarkable strength hadn't lessened one bit and that if she couldn't calm him down quickly, it would soon cost her her wrist.
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Postby Nachfolgia » Thu Jun 13, 2019 3:30 pm

Angelika flinched as Haegler grabbed her by the wrist. He was much too quick for her, moving on a near supernatural level, being too slow to react or defend herself. She tried to pull away, but Haegler's grip was in a death lock, making the attempt futile. Her expression at this point was now serious, narrowing her eyes at him in anger. Her wrists began to hurt as the man's grip tightened, putting a lot of pressure on her. The entire display was reminiscent of the events that occured earlier that morning.

Angelika was hesitant to call her Schildmadchen who were standing nearby, watching the crowd. She didn't want to cause a scene in such a crowded place. If it was shown that a foreign dignitary had put his hands on the Obersterfuhrurin, every Nachfolgian in the Reich would call for war and his head on a spike. More importantly, it would mean that the soon to be alliance between Exilvania and Nachfolgia would be dead before it even began and that was something that Angelika did not want.

As the pressure on her wrists worsened, Angelika knew that something needed to be done and fast. There was no way she could hide two broken wrists from her nation. So, Angelika thought of someway to get him to let go, something to distract him from his apparent anger. Thinking back on the times that Haegler broke his stoic demeanor, Angelika knew what to do. Weighing the pros and cons, with the pros being in her favor, Angelika acted.

Angelika stretched up, slightly on her tiptoes, and kissed Haegler on his gasmask. As her lips pressed on the side of the mask, the rubber material rubbed and make a faint squeaking sound. Of course, the act didn't go in noticed as several Nachfolgians in the immediate area witnessed the event. Naturally, the Nachfolgians looked on in complete shock as it was the first time seeing one of their own in a public display of affection with a foreigner. It was such a taboo act that audible gasps could be heard in the crowd. Heith, who was nearby, saw the two and frantically got her reporters attention to take pictures.

After what seemed like a minute, Angelika pulled her lips away, leaving a faint stain of red lipstick on his mask. " Oh Herr ReichsKommandant, you know how to make a girl blush. You've been giving me nothing, but compliments since I've met you." Angelika said loudly, obvious so others could hear. She looked at Haegler, silently asking him to play along.

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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Mon Jun 17, 2019 4:05 am

Just a moment ago Dietrich had been dominated by cold rage, fully intent on giving Angelika, who had taken on the face of his now deceased ex-wife in his imagination, all the pain he could. Yes, he imagined that voice, like chalk scratching over a board ringing in his ears, dripping with venom and laughing about him, that beautiful face hiding nothing but evil. Oh, in no way were those bad traits these days. They just ruined most of his early life and had induced a relentless trauma, one that Angelika had reawakened and that applied itself over her like a blanket, inducing relentless hatred in the ZZ Reichskommandant.

Thats why it was absolutely mind numbing and instantly broke the traumatic experience when Angelika kissed him. Not on his lips or his cheeks as it was not possible, but onto his mask, it squeaking a bit as she rubbed her lips onto it. An absolutely mind boggling act and completely out of character for the person whose face he had been projecting onto Angelika's, aiding him greatly in snapping out of it. His grip on her wrist instantly lessened as he noticed that it was in fact not his ex-wife he was looking at but rather the sovereign ruler of Nachfolgia. Hot and cold shivers ran up and down his spine as he realised that, as well as the possible implications of his behaviour, even more so when he noticed the attention paid to them, even the reporters taking pictures. Uh, oh, this was a terrible situation.

When Angelika finally pulled away, Dietrich, still dumbstruck, slowly reached up and touched the part of his mask where she had kissed him, rubbing it a little before holding his hand before his eyes and seeing the faint colour of her lipstick on it. No, he hadn't been dreaming, she really did kiss him.

Of course, as his rational mind kicked back in, he knew to quickly rationalize it away as some ploy to free herself from him, one that had worked fantastically. But he couldn't shake the feeling of awe at her decision since he knew that it was forbidden and looked down upon in Nachfolgia to have relationships with foreigners. She was taking an enormous hit to have her wrists freed in this manner and he knew full well that she could've used other options.

His usual deceptive self also snapping back into action, Dietrich bowed down before Angelika, saying:

"Only the best for you, mylady, though even the greatest of compliments pale in comparison to the real you."
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Postby Nachfolgia » Tue Jun 18, 2019 7:35 am

" You are too kind, Herr ReichsKommandant." Angelika said coyly, looking away to fein bashfulness. The nearby Nachfolgians had begun to gather around the two, complete awestruck by what they had just witnessed. Some looked disgusted by the display, others looked as if they were at a lose of words. When the crowd got a bit too close, the Schildmadchen stepped in. The surrounded the Obersterfuhrurin and ordered the crowd to go about their business and continue partying. As the crowd dispersed, two Nachfolgians stayed and tried to talk to them, Heith Aleifrdottir and one o

" My Obersterfuhrurin, I'd like to ask you and the ReichsKommandant a few questions." Heith said, trying to push past a Schildmadchen who in turn was being rough.

" Let them through." Angelika ordered to which the Schildmadchen quickly stepped to the side, allowing the two reporters past.

" That was quite the display, my Obersterfuhrurin. Kissing a foreign diplomat in front of everyone. Who knew how infatuated you are with the ReichsKommandant. Heith said with a sly smile on her face.

" I have no idea what you're talking about, Frau Aleifrdottir. There is no infatuation going on. He simply complimented me and I repaid him with a sincere kiss." Angelika said coldly, avoiding eye contact with Heith.

" Of course, My Obersterfuhrurin." Heith said with a smile. " I'd like to do that interview with Herr ReichsKommandant before the party dies down. If that is ok with the two of you." She asked, pulling out a microphone

" As long as the ReichsKommandant is ok with that? " Angelika replied, crossing her arms and stepping to the side a bit so they could get a better shot of Haegler. With Haegler saying yes, the other reporter pressed play on his news camera and began to record the interview. Heith, did her thing, and start the intro of the interview.

" I'm Brigadefuhrur Heith Aleifrdottir of Nachfolgian National News and I am standing with ZZ ReichsKommandant Dietrich Haelger, supreme leader of Exilvania. Now, we are all aware of the up coming treaty signing that is scheduled to take place tomorrow morning. Can you give us a little insight on why this treaty came about and what urged you to align yourself with the Reich?" Heith said as she held the microphone up to Haegler.

Once he had answered that question, she asked another.

" Are you able to tell us anything about the treaty or are we going to have to wait until it goes public?"

And another.

" I was told that the surviving royalty of Yeuzuishan is scheduled to be executed tomorrow as well. Can you go into detail about their capture? What happen and what man power went into the operation?"

" Now my last question is for both you and the Obersterfuhrurin and is rather personal? What do you to see in each other as a perfect diplomatic partner? What is your relationship like in the few days you've known each other?" Heith said, her tone hinting at a possible double meaning.

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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Sat Jun 22, 2019 3:33 pm

"Ah, the press. Always around when there's an interesting story to sell. Well, Brigadefuhrur Aleifrdottir, I was planning on having a chat with you anyways so this is most welcome for me."

Dietrich was mindful of Heith, as he always was around papparazzi. They had a terrifying ability to turn whatever one said into something completely different. Hence why he always tried to stay in decent terms with the foreign press, trying to walk a path between giving them as little information as was necessary to push his plans and agenda while also giving them enough information to not piss them off so they wouldn't start inventing things about him or changing them to make their articles longer and more interesting.

He wiped the rest of Angelika's lipstick off his mask with his hand as he got himself into proper posture for an interview. Outwardly relaxed but ready to jump at even the smallest opportunity to cause damage. Prepared like that he listened to Heith making her probably standard introduction, grimacing once under his mask as she got his name wrong. Luckily, since he had a mask, he was allowed to give his facial expressions free reign.

"Now please, Brigadefuhrur, promoting me to supreme leader of Exilvania on television, that is too much honour for one such as me. I am but the Regent of Exilvania, not its supreme leader. As for how the treaty signing came about, well, an uncoordinated war, a formerly unified land torn apart and the unwillingness to invest ressources for a great war over this piece of backwards land. Yes, I think that sums up the reasons for why this entire treaty came about in the first place. Besides,"

, Dietrich said as he leaned forward, into the camera, his green glowing visors reflecting the camera and the cameraman's face.

", whoever said I was aligning myself?"

Of course Heith had, like any decent journalist, prepared a small barrage of questions which she shot at him as quickly as he anwered the last one, giving him little time to think. It was a tactic he knew, often aimed at getting those being interviewed to not properly think through their statements and drop something that wasn't meant to be heard or said something differently from how they'd usually say it. His own experience with papparazzi was still limited at this point, but good enough to know what she was going for so he took his sweet time in answer. Granted, this particular question was easy:

"I can tell you that there will be peace in Yeuzuishan. Does that satisfy your lust for news untill its public declaration? Or will the anticipation deny you your sleep?"

Now the next questions was bit more delicate. The exact circumstances were definitely not something the press would need to know. Just how close these two little bitches had gotten to causing serious damage was not funny and one could argue and shift blame over the entire incident onto his troops, and through his responsibility for them as their superior, onto him. Ah, they should've searched better, maybe broken through some walls. It had been clear that there were secret passages when the princesses were nowhere to be found in the entire palace. And yet the troops had disregarded that possibility and the Nachfolgians hadn't been informed about the exact details of the battle over the palace when they had arrived so they obviously didn't go looking for secret passages either. A partial truth was perhaps best here:

"Yes, their deaths shall mark the ultimate end of the Yeuzuishan Empire and for all hope for its freedom. As for their capture, I cannot and will not go into detail about it since it might reveal Exilvanian military secrets on TV, something I'd rather avoid. But I will say this, the princesses ran right into our arms. The manpower necessary to subdue them and their accomplices was minimal."

And then came the last question? Already?, Dietrich mused. This was going pretty quickly. Though after hearing the question, he was sure it was one Heith had just made up during or after the little scandal that had just transpired. Nonetheless it was an important question that could make or break many things.

"I was not aware that I and the Obersterfuhrurin were perfect diplomatic partners. I sure hope it is a prediction rather than a fact, it means it might become true because if what we are at right now can be called perfect, then I'd like to re-evaluate the meaning of the term perfection for a while. As for our relationship, well Brigadefuhrur, I dare say it has been nothing but professional up to this point. Perhaps so professional that someone got a bit bored because of it."

The last words were clearly a jab at Angelika's little act, the scandal she had caused, notable to even the most braindead witness of the scene when Dietrich touched the part of his mask where she had kissed him yet again.
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Postby Nachfolgia » Wed Jul 03, 2019 4:10 pm

Angelika raised an eyebrow and smirked when Haegler took a jab at her. Of course he would blame her for the scandal that was caused by her quick thinking to avoid a possibly bigger fiasco. For all she knew, Angelika prevented war for the second time in the few days she has been in Yeuzuishan. Still, the light hearted banter was amusing to Angelika and she let out a light chuckle. This prompted Heith and the cameraman to focus on her.

" This is all a misunderstanding." Angelika chimed in, leaning in towards Heith for the camera to get a better view of her. " Herr ReichsKommandant has been nothing but an exemplary gentleman, showering me with various compliments and gifts. Since I was not prepared for such a suave diplomat, I had to think of something to show my gratitude...so I kissed him." Angelika said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

" Well it seems that the ReichsKommandant is a lady's man that none of us knew about." Heith commented before turning to back in front of the camera and signaling for him to stop recording.

" I think we've got all we need to send back to the Reich. Thank you both for the interview." Heith said before leaving with her camera crew.

" Well...now that that's over, maybe we'll have some time to actually enjoy the party. Care for another dance, Herr ReichsKommandant? I was quite fond of the last one. " Angelika said as she held out her hand.

For the rest of the night, the party continued without any interruptions. Nachfolgians drank, sang, and danced to their hearts content, all while watching the two leaders carefully. Angelika and Haegler danced a little bit, much to Haegler's dismay. For the most part, however, the two leaders shared drinks, a dinner, and talked about future details about what Angelika would experience when she visited Exilvania. The party eventually died down in the early hours of the morning and Angelika wished Haegler a good night before retreating to her chambers.


Angelika woke mid morning to light pouring into her room from a small gap in the drapes. She moaned and stretched as her eyes adjusted to the light. She glanced to the side of her bed where a Schildmadchen was standing at attention. Both Schildmadchen, the other on the left side of the bed, greeted her. Angelika sat up, letting the thin sheet fall off her naked body. She got out of bed, ruffled her already messy hair, and gave another stretch. She then walked over to the bathroom to wash herself.

Angelika spent the next few hours eating breakfast and getting ready for the big day. Today was the day of the treaty signing and the execution of the Yeuzuishan royalty and Angelika couldn't be happier. The dress that Clementine had made for this occasion was perfect and it went well with her all white overcoat and hat paired with white high heeled shoes. Not only did she looks good, but Angelika anticipated the reactions that this ceremony will bring, to the Nachfolgians, Exilvanians, and the Yeuzuishan.

With the hour drawing near, Angelika made her way to the square with her guards and the princesses in tow. The princesses themselves, still in a hypnotic state, were dressed in a light grey uniform that didn't resemble anything the Nachfolgians wore. Their heads were covered by burlap sacks and had to have the Schildmadchen guide them through the palace.

The square in it's entirety was prepped for the ceremony. A stage had been built at the end closest to the palace with both Nachfolgian and Exilvanian flags decorating it. A table and some microphones were placed in the middle of the stage for the signing of the papers. Loudspeakers were on either end of the stage to broadcast what was being said.

Security for the square was extensive, even more than the party that occured last night. Waffen-SS and Exilvanians were everywhere in the square, supported by armored vehicles and machine guns between the audience and the stage. The buildings around the square was occupied by soldiers of both nations to neutralize would be snipers. Checkpoints were posted at the roads leading out from the square, also reinforced by armored vehicles. The skies above were covered by anti-aircraft batteries, helicopters, and a few members of the Jagdgeschwader 63w, the Reich's very own Todesengel.

The Yeuzuishan civilians that were being rounded up to witness the events, numbering a couple hundred, were searched for weapons and led into the area designated for them. They were forced into a cordoned off area of high barbwire fences and no chairs with Nachfolgian and Exilvanian soldiers around the entire perimeter, seemingly for security reasons. The Nachfolgian and Exilvanian audience was treated to their own section, complete with enough chairs to seat them, with only a few having to stand.

With preparations complete and the audience taken care of, the ceremony was about to begin. Angelika and the princesses were backstage away from sight. Angelika waited patiently for Haegler to arrive, smiling in anticipation for the main event.

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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Thu Jul 04, 2019 5:14 am

All in all, the last evening was at the very least not entirely useless, Dietrich mused as he went about the business of of preparing for the ceremony. Apart from the usual platitudes, the horrible dances and compromising scenes, atleast some details about the Oberste Führerin's trip to Exilvania had been nailed down and he had managed to inform her atleast about some of what the trials and all the ceremonies around it might entail. He might almost call it a pleasant evening if it hadn't been for the less than pleasant events he had listed before. Though if taken correctly, even the most unpleasant moment could be utilized to one's advantage, he thought, grinning at his own image in the mirror he stood before while tying his tie.

The rest of the night had been fairly uneventful. Something he was glad about since it allowed him to calm down from the party with some simple paperwork. Nachfolgians may have been genetically enhanced but unless there were very good reasons not to, they too went to sleep, cutting that damned party short. Dietrich knew the importance of such parties to making and maintaining connections and deals but he still wasn't the greatest party person. He couldn't bring himself to enjoy festivities, a cultural and societal quirk of him since balls and parties from the exilvanian aristocracy were solely there for the politics. And with him having had very few political ambitions when going into that ballroom, he had been out of meaningful things to do very quickly.

He threw a glance at his confiscated Yeuzuishan desk and the stacks of documents spread across it while putting on his mask. Personally taking a look over the reports coming in from all over occupied Yeuzuishan had taken a while and it was not something he'd usually do in such detail by himself...but while he was here, why not? The reports had concerned a great many things such as infrastructure reconstruction, deportation, resistance sightings, current location of living and dead agents as well as inquiries concerning the fate of several people. He had written 'Anatomical Studies' onto those documents, sending all of these to their deaths at the hand of exciteable exilvanian doctors. Not something he'd regret and a standard procedure he usually followed whenever encountering a new people.

And so the night had gone by in a fly and morning had dawned upon him, the sun sending its rays of light through the open windows. And it had been then that Dietrich had realised that he hadn't been in any presentable state at all. A bit smelly perhaps by his own standards, his suit, the same he had worn to the party, badly creased and covered with inkblots. Yeah, he couldn't attend them ceremony like this so he had got out of that pronto and had jumped under a cold shower to get the lethargy that had set in with all the paperwork he had spent the night with out of his system. And now he was back in action, in trousers, socks, shirt, tie and mask and putting on the remainder of his uniform. Breakfast would have to wait. He had to make some preparations for his near immediate departure. He didn't dare leave Exilvania for too long. Too much work that required his personal attention to go on extended tours through the world.

As he checked his end tables for his order, his knife and other, smaller parts of his outfit that needed to go there, he noticed a brooch lying there, a brooch made in the shape of the Nachfolgian Eagle. The realisation that he had forgotten the brooch yesterday evening hit him hot and cold as he picked it up and opened it. It had been supposed to be a present and a message for Angelika. A wonderfully made brooch that could be opened, with a well shot photograph of her embedded inside. At first glance nothing anybody would find strange in that. It was a wonderful piece of art, made from gold and highly valuable gems...the eagle being made mainly from obsidian, the crown, sceptre and imperial orb decorated with tiny rubies, the imperial orb also featuring sapphires and agates. The legs of the eagle were made from amber. The sceptre, crown and imperial orb themselves though were mainly made from gold, as was the back and inside of the brooch. It was necessary to hold all the precious stones together.

But a true Nachfolgian fan of Angelika, an absolutely devoted follower, would notice something off. The picture within the brooch was not one of the official pictures made by her which were in circulation. Of course keeping an oversight over these what with her being an official head of state present at many official events where dozens if not hundreds of pictures were taken off her, as well as her modelling for official magazines did not make this easy. It was unlikely that Angelika would ever notice it..and more unlikely that she'd ever show the brooch to someone who would notice it. But on the off-chance it was noticed, it did represent a well hidden message.

"We have eyes on you."


It wasn't just any picture. It was the picture used in her profile in exilvanian intelligence dossiers. It wasn't a terrible thick dossier, but there were a dozen pages worth of, mostly, photographic material. Both self made and acquired from Nachfolgian sources.

With a sigh Dietrich let the brooch carefully disappear in one of his pockets. He'd have to take care of this at the ceremony then. Or just before. When he opened the door to his rooms, he found himself face to face with one of his officers. The man immediately snapped to attention and saluted, the salute nearly knocking Dietrich's peaked cap off. Dietrich responded with the same salute before inquiring:

"Is everything ready?"

He walked past the officer and the officer quickly fell in next to him and reported as they walked down the corridor together:

"Indeed, ZZ Reichskommandant. Security has been set up in coordination with Nachfolgian forces and is as tight as it could be. There's nothing that could potentially go wrong. We have the entire city on lockdown and the square used for the reaty signing is brimming with our forces. Should anyone try anything, they'll regret it before they could even fully process the intention of pulling somehting. Not that we think anything will happen. Civilians are already being rounded up and searched for any weapons. We have them shoved away in a nice, cordoned off area. They won't get anywhere with that."

Dietrich had his doubts about that. Yes, from what the man said they'd be well prepared for all methods of assassination one could try. The problem he saw was, that they all thought far too conventional. This was a realm whose people had access to magic afterall. He didn't believe in any attack with guns or similar things from the civilians. But he couldn't rule out the possibility that the resistance, although having received a good beating during their attack on the palace, would pull another stunt to save their princesses in the very last second. And Dietrich had every reason to worry, having poured through all those reports last night, he probably had a better idea of what was not quite falling in place and what was still missing than Angelika...or the Nachfolgian staff whose intelligence on the ground in Yeuzuishan had not been prepared from such a long hand as the Exilvanian network.

Dietrich knew that several people were still unaccounted for. People of power in Yeuzuishan who had seemingly disappeared shortly after it had become clear that Yeuzuishan was lost. Just like the princesses and the royal guard...who in the end turned up again from their hiding places to attempt todecapitate both Exilvania and Nachfolgia. He knew who was missing from the intelligence the deeply embedded exilvanian agents had gathered. The Yeuzuishan's top witch squadron was missing. Or atleast half of them. Dietrich was aware that the Nachfolgians scored several kills on them during their advance. But the other half was still missing. As was the Imperial Oracle, an important aide to the Imperial Family and one he had wanted to get into his fingers the most. Her ability of foresight was dangerous to their control over the country and would greatly aid the resistance. Of course, it was a foggy ability and did not always materialize from what he had heard...case in point Yeuzuishan being caught completely unaware of the sudden double invasion. But it would still be dangerous. Another person that was missing an was giving him headaches was the 'Youkai of Darkhit'. A powerful witch who had been supposedly locked up under the palace after having lost control of her powers and going on a killing spree through Darkhit. Naturally, they had found the dungeons empty when they got to them.

So yes, he had more than enough to worry about. So he asked the officer:

"Schattenkrag is here, isn't she?"

The officer just said:

"Yes, ZZ Reichskommadant!"

"Good. Inform her that I want her eyes on this ceremony. She should blast anything that looks even remotely threatening. What about the treaty?"

The officer held a cylindrical box in front of Dietrich which he took and opened on the fly, retrieving the document inside. Not particularly strong paper he noted...but good enough and from what he could read, all the terms were on it and the thing looked the part.

"The copy?"

Another box was held in front of his nose, which he also opened and skimmed the document just to make sure they both held the same terms. After being satisfied with what he saw, rolled the documents back up before he shoved them back into the boxes and handed them back to his officer.

"I'll take it, they'll get laminated right after the signing?"

"Yes, ZZ Reichskommandant!"

"Good."

The rest of the way passed in silence, the only notable incident being a pair of Exilvanian ZZ Elite Vets falling in behind them. Bodyguards of course. It would look bad if only the Oberste Führerin brought any. Their heavy leather coats as well as the Spanzow Miniguns in their hands were a reassuring reminder that crowd control would be absolutely no problem. Nor would volume of fire. They arrived behind the stage that had been set for the ceremony and Dietrich didn't have to look long for Angelika, her stunning figure, now all in white and feeling as though she was gleaming with light, easily made out behind the stage. He was very quick to stalk over there on his long legs, his men in tow. He saw her smiling, though wether it wasn an anticipatory smile for the event or a smile of relief about him finally having arrived, he did not know.

Having reached her, Dietrich as per usual bowed before her, taking her hand and pressing his filter against it in the usual parody of a kiss that he gave. To be honest, he'd prefer kissing her hand for real since it would feel a lot less awkward...but he had chosen to wear the mask in public and that's how it would stay. When he straightened himself again, he smiled at her from below his mask and said:

"You look stunning today, mylady. Clementine has done a truly astonishing job. Yet, allow me to say so, I think something is still missing in your outfit."

He, almost too casually, produced the brooch from his pocket, holding it out before Angelika.

"I originally intended to give this to you during the ball but...after a certain incident I decided to not throw any more oil into the fire and kept it untill now."

Yes, act as if everything was intentional. And it was most likely partly true. He definitely wouldn't have given Angelika the brooch after she had kissed him. It would've been water on the treadmills of the press and the gossipers. Something he was sure they both wanted to avoid.
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Postby Nachfolgia » Fri Jul 12, 2019 4:06 pm

Angelika smiled when Haegler took her hand and pressed it against his gasmask as he always did to greet her. He was nothing if not a gentleman. " Yes, Frau Clementine did a marvelous job with my dress. It is perfectly as I described it to her. She shouldn't have any trouble making a fortune in the Reich. Everyone will want one of her dresses after today." Angelika said as she twirled around to give him a good look at her dress in all its perfection.

As soon as she finished showing him the dress, Haegler pulled out the brooch. Angelika was breathtaken by its beauty and craftsmanship. The gems gleamed in the light at the right angle and the fact that is held the shape of a Nachfolgian eagle was a very pleasant surprise. The surprise continued when she noticed the seam around the entire brooch and a small hinge on the back. A locket! Angelika, with a glee, opened up the brooch to see the picture inside.

There was indeed a picture inside the brooch, however, it was not a picture she expected. It was indeed a picture of her, but in a rather compromising position. She was in the window of her room in Sturmgeist Manor, a feat that was already seemingly impossible for the photographer. The compromising part was that her chest was bare in the photo, obviously taken during the early morning hours. Angelika's smile was gone and her eyes narrowed as she examined the photo more.

Where did Haegler get the photo? How did he get it? How did the Xers get so close? Was it magic? Was it those bitches in the Ordo? All of these questions ran through Angelika's mind, but another thought occured to her. As odd as it sounds, she was impressed by this weird display of power. The fact that he had this much influence and that his agents can reach so far was inspiring. Of course, this fact was concerning and she would have to address this later, but for now, Angelika was amused by this flex of power.

" How did you...?" Angelika tried to ask, but was cut off by the sound of music playing, a triumphant mix of wind instruments paying over the loud speakers. It was the Sturmgeist ballad, a traditional piece that signaled the entrance of the Obersterfuhrur and the cue for the ceremony to begin. Angelika quickly put the brooch in her pocket, giving Haegler a dirty look before walking up the stairs and onto the stage.

As soon as she walked into the stage, followed by Haegler, the Nachfolgians and the Exilvanians, sitting on stage as well as in the audience, stood up at attention. Angelika quickly motioned them to sit as she walked from the stairs to the microphone position dead center in front of the long table. Nachfolgian cameramen tracked and recorded her every move, making sure to capture the moment in its entirety. The music died down and Angelika positioned the mic better to deliver her speech.

" Sons and Daughters of the Reich..." Honorable Exilvanians soldiers..." She nodded to the Xers, in the audience and on stage to her left. " Today marks an unprecedented moment in our two nations' histories. When war was at our doorstep...with the enemy literally across the street...we took the moral high ground.

Our nations decided to forge peace among the ashes of war. To work towards prosperity and peaceful coexistence between nations that, throughout their history, have chosen war as their profession.Today, that peace becomes official as a treaty will be signed on this very stage, marking a place in history that our children will look back on and admire. The day that Nachfolgians and Exilvanians...two warriors...chose peace."

Angelika paused for a second and then motioned back to Haegler, who was seated at the table.

" Herr ReichsKommandant...the treaty of you will?" Angelika said before walked around the table and taking a seat.

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