by Max Barry

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Region: The North Pacific

Necerierra

The angle of chairty wrote:

"Are you sure this is necessary?"

Araika stands on the runway of the city ship Blood and Money, staring down a small cesna with wide eyes. She's a tall kitsune, with long brown hair, elegant features, and seven long tails sweeping out around her. Her staff, a man with a sharp suit and fell black hair, as well as a woman with a bob haircut and a power-suit, stand nearby, looking exhasperated.

"For the thousandth time my Lady. The conference is too far away for travel by ship. It doesn't matter how much plane travel clashes with your style, you need to take it." The woman says, impatience registering on her face.

Araika pauses, then nods. "Alright, if you say so." She climbs aboard the aircraft, sitting in the back with a rather pale face as her two aides clamber aboard.

Although she disliked showing it, Araika had a deathly fear of aircraft, and it showed now. The plane soars into the air, lraving the city ships behind like a child leaving its toys, sending a small shiver down Araika's spine.

The flight takes seven hours, during which, Araika stays quiet, curled up with an expression resembling a hostage in a kidnapping. Her staff talk among themselves, ignoring her as they approach the coast of Necerierra.

By the time they arrive, dusk is throwing splashes of violet into the sky, the city lights winking on down below. The aircraft swerves slightly as it approaches the runway, drawing a startled squeak from Araika.

One turns, looking back at Araika. "Alright my Lady, look sharp, we'll be driving you to the hotel that we're holding the meeting at. Some reps from Neceria will likely be there, so we can't have you looking like a scared mouse, alright?"

"Right." She shakes herself, and looks him in the eye. "Thanks Subaru."

With a bump, the plane lands, taxiing down the runway to a halt by the terminal. A quick security check, and a visit to the rental office, and the trio is on the Necerian roads. By the time that the sky is a pitch Black tinged by city lights, they arrive at the hotel. Subaru gets out, opening the door for Araika, who steps out gingerly, smoothing back an errant strand of hair.

"Mother...Father...?"

A Young Lailessherz in a chair, a small brown one. Meanwhile, Solordian Mother and Father, dancing and reading beside the fireplace. They were happy. She stands up from the chair, "Dad! I-" but a force restrains her. "Wait...what?" She tries to let go...Ugh...UGH...UGH. Before her eyes...the invisible force turns into a metal rope while the chair turns into a surgical bed...The Parents...adoptive loving parents before him fuse, morph, mixing their entrails into a certain platinum haired girl...

"Sag-ahoek" Laila can feel sensation coming before her....No this is...This isn't happening again!. Meanwhile Sagiri, like a predator hunts a baby helpless bird, goes above Laila's face...As Laila still can't scream and shut her eyes...Sagiri's essence into her...

"NO!"...silence...Only the sound of demonstrator outside...Laila still can feel, that dream... Since that day, Laila has turned into...as Lailessherz looks into her wiggling tail and twitched ears, Sigh.

It has been months after Coromina agents come here. Since they come, Lailessherz has no drive for tomorrow...and tomorrow...and tomorrow. She looks at the gold all within her bedroom, All the gold that...can't change her sanity back. "I have to love for this?" whispers to herself...

After Taking a bath, she decides to surf the Internet, abandoning her job for a while, Only an hour of internet browsing...The place where depression can be healed by another depression, While she watches the OurTube, an interesting ad shows up, "Heyy I already use my AdJammer!" The ads play out...a name pops out.

PROJECT ASPHODEL

A project done by The Nation of Chairty, An underwater city..? She looks at the women seen in the ad...A large figure, at least bigger than Lailessherz, she sports a dark-browny fur, Yes a fur, she seems to be of Kitsune, and behind her, seven tails pop out and like a peacock, intensify her charm..."That woman"...she reminds Laila of someone...someone's care.

...F*k it, This is her time now...Curse Upon every Necerierran!...Curse Upon Capitalist Pigs!...Curse Upon every depraved man who loves to get his way to slave girls!...and...CURSE UPON SAGIRI FOR SHE BROUGHT LAILA TO ETERNAL DAMNATION! Laila decides to leave all mayor works...and to go to the conference in Nordlando.

Travelling to the hotel isn't long. This is because the demonstrator knows better than not to cross Laila or their family will be missing. When she got there, there are already hundreds flocking the multipurpose room where the conference will be held...Laila...looks at Nordlando...

Probably for the last time

The syca, Warsaw-Halicz, The angel of charity, and The angle of chairty

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