Elfen High 2 (War OOC, Closed, Great rps are forged in fire)

[Rupudska]

Becoming one with Mother Russia.

With all that territory, why have you not removed kebab from existence?

[Nationstatelandsville]

Becoming one with Mother Russia.

And Ukraine remains defiant.

[Agritum]

Becoming one with Mother Russia.

And Ukraine remains defiant.

Though Southern Crimea is Byzantine of all things.

[Nationstatelandsville]

And Ukraine remains defiant.

Though Southern Crimea is Byzantine of all things.

Putin's screams of rage ring throughout all universes; thus, entropy.

[Constaniana]

...right, you live in PA.

Well, we'll eventually convert to Fundamentalist Mormonism, marry with Const and then move to VA.

Can it at least be one of the splinter groups where you don't have to dress like a pioneer all the time?

Blatant lies.

Blaziken > Swampert > Sceptile

And there's more grass starters than that. The obviously cool Venasaur, and Meganium, and Chesnaught. Pretty much all of them.

[Nationstatelandsville]

...right, you live in PA.

Well, we'll eventually convert to Fundamentalist Mormonism, marry with Const and then move to VA.

Can it at least be one of the splinter groups where you don't have to dress like a pioneer all the time?

Blaziken > Swampert > Sceptile

And there's more grass starters than that. The obviously cool Venasaur, and Meganium, and Chesnaught. Pretty much all of them.

Unlike Fire starters, who have sucked since Blaziken.

Water starters, bitches.

[Nude East Ireland]

And Ukraine remains defiant.

Though Southern Crimea is Byzantine of all things.

The Byzantines also happen to control the shittiest places I could think of.

I'm assuming the capital is Detroit, but North America isn't shown.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

I assume the DSs are connected wirelessly to a hologram generator and accept voice commands. -Nods-

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I assume the DSs are connected wirelessly to a hologram generator and accept voice commands. -Nods-

Of course.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I assume the DSs are connected wirelessly to a hologram generator and accept voice commands. -Nods-

No, don't be an idiot; we have magic.

The DS's command solid light organisms.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Becoming one with Mother Russia.

I like the Uzbek territory surrounded by Russia.

[Constaniana]

Can it at least be one of the splinter groups where you don't have to dress like a pioneer all the time?

And there's more grass starters than that. The obviously cool Venasaur, and Meganium, and Chesnaught. Pretty much all of them.

Unlike Fire starters, who have sucked since Blaziken.

Water starters, bitches.

Well, I liked Infernape.

[Rupudska]

Unlike Fire starters, who have sucked since Blaziken.

Water starters, bitches.

Well yes. It's impossible to not want Samurott.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Unlike Fire starters, who have sucked since Blaziken.

Water starters, bitches.

Well, I liked Infernape.

Yeah, that line's alright; but in general, they've been subpar.

Fucking Tepig.

[Nude East Ireland]

Becoming one with Mother Russia.

Am I the only one that saw the Afro-Portuguese Empire?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Becoming one with Mother Russia.

Am I the only one that saw the Afro-Portuguese Empire?

Yemen, what the fuck?

[Rupudska]

Becoming one with Mother Russia.

Am I the only one that saw the Afro-Portuguese Empire?

Forget that, how the fuck did they get all the way to Hokkaido?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Becoming one with Mother Russia.

I like the Uzbek territory surrounded by Russia.

And the fucking Holy Roman Africans.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I should post with Calliel, I've realised.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I should post with Calliel, I've realised.

Given as Aziraphale just murdered some of their cousins without a tinge of emotion, yes.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Name: Republic of Turkey
Leader: Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, Republican People's Party (CHP)
Flag:

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Composed of: RL Turkey.
Language(s): Turkish (official state language), Kurmanji Kurdish, Arabic, Zaza (major minority languages).
Description: Turkey is a democratic secular republic, an influent regional power in Eurasia and one of the main players of the European Union, which it joined a decade ago. Powered by a stable and prosperous economy and boasting one of the strongest militaries in Europe, Turkey has consistently pushed for a protectionist and defensive foreign policy, aimed at building up the joint EU military forces into a force capable of dissuading the Union State from aiming their expansionist policies towards the West.

Domestic policy-wise, Turkey became even more secular under Ataturk's new reign, promoting a model framework aimed at reconciling Western and Islamic values. Cultural exchange programs with fellow EU countries tend to be quite common. Human rights-wise, the country has started to improve their treatment of the Kurdish ethnic minority, after pressure from the EU. Free speech issues still endure in Turkey, however. The Armenian Genocide has not yet been admitted by state authorities, who have also stopped actively denying it and punishing activists after other substantial EU pressure.

Ataturk is highly respectful of Sanchez, and has pushed for further collaboration between the USA and the EU to ensure peace, democracy and stability in the world and in the territories of Hell. As a result, the Turkish military heavily uses licensed American equipment, other than co-operating with other NATO and EU countries and staging joint training exercises.

The demonic population in Turkey is small and located in the biggest cities, and suffering a certain degree of discrimination. The government is however looking forward to stamping it out.
Characters from here: N/A
Changes since magic was revealed: Turkey wasn't heavily damaged by the Abrahamic War, thanks to their overwhelming military strength and to the fact that, well, they're Turks. As such, resentment towards demons is less than in mainland Europe. Politics-wise, the AKP promptly found itself defeated at the elections, after Kemal himself returned from Hell and decided to stick it up their Islamist Neo-Ottoman asses by becoming the candidate for the CHP party.

Ataturk predictably won, cashing in on his reputation as the father of the modern Turkish nation. After a landslide victory, Ataturk cancelled the Islamist reforms of the Erdogan era, while promoting an agenda of state secularism and social liberalism, other than further co-operation with the West. This eventually led Turkey to join the EU, after cleaning up their human rights record by a bit and adopting less heavy-handed policies towards the Kurds. Even then, any semblance of Kurdish armed opposition was promptly crushed by the central government.

To usher in the accession of Turkey into the EU, Ataturk eventually agreed to the creation of the Cypriot Confederation, a loose diplomatic union between the Greek and Turkish parts of the island of Cyprus meant to placate conflict and provide a framework for peaceful co-operation and re-unification, which was eventually recognised by both Greece and Turkey.

Magic is legal in Turkey, and the government has subsidised several magic schools around the country, other than participating in the ISSR initiative and starting to introduce the magic arts in the armed forces.

"So, you interested in watching something?" asked Mohammed, turning the key in the lock as the two of them entered his dorm room. "Or should we play some video games? Your choice, I'm up for either." His accent was generally English, but slipped into some obvious South Asian tinges on occasion.

"Well, we could work on some homework-" said Sarah, but Mohammed rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come off it. We're going to war soon. The homework barely even matters at all. A lot of people here hardly bother to do it anyway, and you know the headmaster doesn't give a damn. Besides, if we're going to war, I'd rather enjoy my last moments having fun than doing Calculus." Mohammed chuckled, sitting down on his bed, turning on the television.

"Some Asian you are." muttered Sarah, which caused Mohammed to give a laugh again.

"And some American you are, trying to study and work. Relax a bit, hmm? Look, I'll even make you a deal. Let's spend some time watching The Netbook, or whatever is the name of that film you like. My treat." he said, turning on the search feature on Elfen High's private Highflix. Crowley had firmly stated this was not a ripoff of Netflix, because he kept good movies.

As he turned on Highflix, Sarah grabbed his arm, pointing at "recent movies". "Wait, wait, hold on. What's that?" she gestured. "I don't recognise that one."

Mohammed looked, then gave a sheepish grin. "Oh, that? Kal Ho Na Ho. It's an old Indian film, about this Punjabi family in America. It's pretty good. One of my personal favourites, if I'll be honest."

"Let's watch that." Sarah told him. "Come on, I haven't seen a Bollywood film before. And don't claim you don't want to watch an Indian movie, I see your recent history is full of Bollywood." she teased him. Mohammed whacked her with the pillow on his bed, causing her to squeal and kick him.

Mohammed winced. "Ow, goddamn!" he objected, his voice an exaggerated whine, his hand on his head. "That hurt."

"Well, don't pillow strike me." Sarah replied triumphantly. After a pause, she added "Bee-yatch?" almost hesitantly.

"That hurt even more." Mohammed said, his voice now deadpan. "But seriously, you kicked me in the head. That'll sting."

Sarah winced. "Oh shit, Mo, I'm sorry. Come on here." she said, crossing her legs and laying Mohammed's head on her lap. "Let's just watch your Bollywood film. Will that make you feel better?"

"Yes. Us brown people have been universally known to regenerate after watching Bollywood." This earned him a much milder punch in the back, which he appreciated because it was almost like a light massage.

As the movie played, Sarah spoke again. "You think we'll survive? You know, this war? I'm worried. I don't want to say it, but I am. We're just kids, I mean-"

"Oh, stop being a worrywart, Sarah." Mohammed said with some irritation and affection. "We'll make it. I mean, look at me. I grew up in Lahore suburbs. The slums, really, since I was a baby. I'm still alive, right? Look, back then, we'd get explosions and turf wars all the time with gangs and terrorists and what have you. And I got through that. And you..." his voice faltered slightly on considering his friend from America. "Well, I'm sure your honours maths class was a deadly struggle." he finished.

"Oh, fuck you." Sarah rolled her eyes this time. "So, I just stick by you and I'll be safe?" she asked with some sarcasm, but some seriousness.

"Hell yeah, young lady." Mohammed said, adopting a gruff voice and raising his head from her lap, sitting criss cross and looking directly at her innocent blue eyes. "Don't worry on a thing." he said seriously.

A song started in the film. "We're just dancing. Hey honey, we're just dancing. Dancing the night away..."

Sarah stood up, standing on the floor now. She held out a hand to Mohammed, who raised an eyebrow.

"You seriously want to dance? You know we're not in a Bollywood film ourselves, we don't need to dance at the slightest thing-"

"Oh, just be a brown person and dance, will you?" she asked. Mohammed smiled, took her hand, and they danced the night away.

Added.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Also, Kal Ho Na Ho translates roughly to There May Or May Not Be A Tomorrow, which I found oddly fitting as the name for Sarah and Mohammed's oneshot.

[Constaniana]

Well, I liked Infernape.

Yeah, that line's alright; but in general, they've been subpar.

Fucking Tepig.

Aye. A fire pig was an interesting concept, but making it fighting type was completely needless.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I sent Nat a part of my plan.

His reply?

That's beautiful.

[Rupudska]

I sent Nat a part of my plan.

His reply?

That's beautiful.

Should I be very frightened or extremely frightened?