He was pleasantly surprised when the guards outside grabbed his shoulders and told him they would escort him to Sagiri herself. 'I've probably just signed my own death sentence'. He got odd looks from those passerby's that witnessed him being half dragged through the estate. 'This would be a hilarious way to die though, on a trip to get some bathwater.' he let out a silent chuckle to himself and was brought to a large room. the doors slowly opened and he got a great view of an empress.
Dummkopf gulped as he looked up at Sagiri on her throne. 'High and Mighty aren't ya?' he thought to himself. He fixed his shirt and thought over about ditching, but none the less he remembered that he got himself into what would probably become a mess of all sorts. "I'm going to be completely honest with ya, your highness. This letter, empty. Nanora doesn't even think I'm here. She probably thinks Im off making Catroach girls... but Im getting off track. I'm more here for personal reasons. You may not know but the prices of your bathwater." he took a small break to look up at Sagiri, who he expected to give a less than happy look. "If I wanted to pay fifteen dollars from Bathwater I expect it to be of high quality. Royal quality even. That's why I came here. I want some pristine sh*t"
*condemns and declares war*
Don’t worry, I’d never do that, dear friend.
Anyway, even if I did, my military is barely larger than yours.
Johnianism regulates the unregulated taxi service.
The Great Triekruan Republic has once again set its eyes on territorial expansion and is eager to reclaim its long lost territories, once held by the Triekruan Empire. Queen Octavia has organized invasion plans along with her military advisors and has already ordered dozens of battalions to assemble near the borders with the nation of Kerlodes, and prepare for conflict. The First Imperial Fleet set sail to the southernmost provinces of Triekru earlier today and is currently on standby.
The parents started talking to the elder until they looked over at Isaac. “Who are you kid?” They asked. Isaac looked at them dead in the eyes. “I’m a Layadh, sir. I will be the leader at the place in downtown,” he said. They both laughed. “You can be whatever you want to be when you grow up. Now go outside. This is a real religious talk,” they said. Isaac balled up his fists, but kept his cool and left the room. He made his way outside and sat on the steps.
He contemplated how he got here. He started out in Kimbu Osea. It wasn't the worst, but it got better when the Semenova Regime took control of the Republic. Then, the Mbaluke Regime took over and then sided with the terrorists over their own country. War struck and innocent people were killed in the gas attacks by Isobania. A week before, his girlfriend had cheated on him. He lost his girl, parents, and his siblings all in the span of a week.
He heard the door behind him open up. He didn't look back. He kept staring at the snow in front of him. The girl stared at him and took a seat next to him. "What's wrong, Layadh?" she asked him. "Just, things on my mind. I have lost a lot," he said back, "Also, you don't have to call me Layadh. You can call me Izarica or Isaac," he said. She nodded. "I understand your pain. I know what happened in your country. I can't say I experienced the same thing, but if you want to talk, I'm here," she said. Isaac nodded and then he broke down into tears. The girl pulled him closer to her. "It's okay. Let it out," she said as she closed her eyes. Her blue dress wasn't covered in tears, but there were a few spots.
When he was done, he looked at her. "I'm sorry. Just a lot to hand-" he was cut off by her hugging him tightly. "I understand. Follow me," she said. She took his hand and ran him through the forest near a lake. The time was 23:00. The sky was clear and the snow was soft. When she stopped running Isaac had to ask where they were. The backdrop had a waterfall, snow, and a lake. Isaac smiled. "Welcome to snowy haven,: she said. She took a seat and invited him to sit with her. When he sat, she looked to him. "Now we wait," she said.
Then, out of nowhere, the lights danced across the sky. Colours of green, red, and pink showcased in the sky. "These are the northern lights," she said, "I come here to unwind and calm down. I just wish I had someone to share it with," she said. Her near-white hair blew in the wind. He was amazed as she was. The clock struck midnight, and Isaac smiled. "We should get back," he said. She grabbed his hand. "No, let's just stay here for a bit," she said. He nodded and the girl moved on his lap. From there, she fell asleep on his lap and let her head drop on his shoulder. She then opened her eyes and grabbed his hand. "I know a better spot," she said.
She took his hand and they ran across to a ledge area. Underneath was water, and the lights still dangled in the sky. She stared into Isaac's eyes. "Don't tell anybody," she said. She then locked lips with him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Isaac wrapped his arms around her waist. A minute later, they both pulled away. Isaac sat down, and she sat on his lap and wrapped her legs around his torso. She fell asleep on his should, and Isaac fell asleep sitting upright. The lights of the night dangled on the young love on display.
Before he fell asleep, Isaac sang a song to help Laila (the girl) go to sleep. "In the wind, there's a seed. Blossoming, into a flower then. There was. A bird. He would perch, on the shoulder branch. Of a tree blossoming, flowers in. We all know what we love. We all know what we say. I just love you so much we all can say. 'I know that. The wind. Blows. Me to. You,'" he said as he drifted off as well.
Right in Hoffmahn Estate, behind the throne room...click click...An Empress doing her past time hobby...click click...which is doing "-NekoHub Stream!" A Masked Girl said in exclaims, saying hello to every fans watching the stream. The Masked girl plays some sort of Mining Game, she is actually bad at mining games, but her reactions...and her gorgeous proportional body...causing her to keep gaining fans despite her gaming incompetence. In fact, This Platinum-Haired Masked girl, under the name of 'Dim0nDpl4tiNm' is the number one most-subscribed Hubber in the NekoHub Site. Of course, nobody knows who is behind this fox-masked girl, except for the wielder which is Sagiri von Hoffmahn. "For you the dearest of all fans, you can support this channel by buying my Top-Quality Diamond Bathwater for 14.99 Regas, Ciao!" said Dim0nDpl4tiNm as she blinks.
We will always support you Diamond-chan! Please make your stream longer UwU You are so pretty Diamond-chan! Do you have a girlfriend Diamond-chan?
"That last comment..." Sagiri looks down as she thinks of something. Without a word, Sagiri turns off her streaming device and she quickly takes off her fox mask, wearing that mask too long usually makes her cough uncontrollably. After throwing the mask to the desk, she jumps to her royal bed, face first. She doesn't know why, but that comment rustles her heart deeply. "A Girlfriend? I never have one, Tanya doesn't count, she is my sister." Sagiri kicks her pillow to the air, she is in the state of dejection. "I have a lot of lovers...but girlfriend? I have none...none..." Sagiri keep saying the word 'none' but every time she utters that, a flicker of memory is coming to her...every word she says, she sees Emilia. That girl really shakes Sagiri's deep core. The Empress has kissed a lot of people, but only Emilia the one who can make it so intimate.
She looks at Emilia's twitter, she sees Emilia giving a sneak peak video of her single, She is astonished by Emilia's singing. When Sagiri met Emilia for the first time, her first impression is that she is reserved. However, when she hear that song...Sagiri can felt Emilia's whole emotion transferred into such a magnificent song...from that lips...from that mouth. She instinctive touch her own mouth...that touch, she wants to feel it again. It is decided.
TEEEEEEEEEEEEET, she gives a video call.
It is connected! Sagiri sees Emilia, face full, her face is still shrouded in mystery. "Heyyyoo Emilia-chan. It's been days since we met." Sagiri looks around a little, finding her green Jacket, "Do I look pretty right now?" Sagiri gives a wink and a peace sign, "I just want to say-" She puts on her jacket on her left arm, "-Since our last date-", finally on her left arm, fully clothed, "- and our last kiss...I thought that would be the last time we met." Sagiri looks down, a rosy tint forms on her face, "But...I really can't forget our time together. I really...really can't forget you," Sagiri smiles giggling, "Emilia-chan...you are very cool... I think I like you so.." Tanya closes her eyes, Time for praying to Jingo for that blackhole, A black shadow cast over behind Sagiri, connecting her to Emilia's. "Would you please reciprocate my feelings?" as she goes straight into the black hole, still in video call.
From Sagiri's own phone, she can see Emilia behind her, she ends their video call. She turns face-front to Emilia..."Sorry about going to your place so quickly, I can't help but miss our previous meeting." giggles Sagiri. She looks up to Emilia, "I want to have a second date with you :3"
Hm...Need a flag
18 minutes ago: Tropical beach paradise ceased to exist.
18 minutes ago: Savresia ceased to exist.
18 minutes ago: The supreme state imperium ceased to exist.
18 minutes ago: E was ua yuas wedrone ceased to exist.
18 minutes ago: Mivadalo ceased to exist.
18 minutes ago: Cappercoin ceased to exist.
18 minutes ago: Pakistani sultanate ceased to exist.
18 minutes ago: Doraja ceased to exist.
Why do the nations in TNP continuously ceasing to exist?
WARNING: This post contains scenes of a distressing nature that may be inappropriate for some audiences. Proceed and read with caution.
Government Housing of Alexandria
02:00am (Alexandrian Time)
It was a cold night in Alexandria. The nice summer which the Alexandrian had thoroughly enjoyed was now slowly but surely fading away. The nights were becoming colder, the days too. So, because of this change of weather in the Alexandrian mainland, Secretary General Khrushchev had decided to spend a day or two in the cluster of Alexandrian-controlled islands in Usonea, as it was still rather warm there. For his day break, he put his trusted ally, Vladimir Makhinov, in charge, temporarily of course. Though trusted by Khrushchev he was, Makhinov was not his ally. In-fact, Makhinov had a plan to remove him from office and take over. Not only that, he was backed by the Council of Ministers who were fed up of Khrushchev's rule.
Makhinov sat around a table with four senior ministers in The Supreme Council as it was called. Joined with him were Kusma Dyuzhenkov, Valery Nekrestyanov, Bogdan Anoshkin and Sergei Kozlovsky. Makhinov was a short man, around five-foot-seven and around a decade older than Khrushchev, being sixty-six years old. Despite his short height and older age, Makhinov was certainly wiser and was a former counterintelligence officer who served in late 1979 and throughout the 80s.
"Gentlemen. Thank you all for coming on this cold morning. As you know, Khrushchev has already left the mainland and is on his way to Arsolmav I believe. So we have to be quick." Said Makhinov. "So, we have forced Khrushchev's personal doctor to sign a document stating Khrushchev's health is deteriorating rapidly. Khrushchev did actually complain of some sharp pains in his abdomen, so we have forced his personal doctor again to diagnose him with some sort of cancer." Makhinov gestured with his hands. "So with this apparent disease, he will no longer be able to lead the country. Simple as. I can depose Khrushchev and become General Secretary. Can we all agree with this? Remember, you are to be awarded with promotions and an influence in Alexandrian politics." There was a murmur of agreement and the four men nodded. "Great. Sign this document here and we will have formally deposed Khrushchev."
He handed the document first to Anoshkin and he signed it and it was passed around. Makhinov took the document and placed it under his arm. He made a gesture with his hands and the guard standing by the door stepped out and for some reason, the door was locked. "Tovarisch Makhinov, why are we locked inside of this room?" Asked Nekrestyanov.
"You will see, Tovarisch Nekrestyanov." Said Makhinov. Makhinov then opened his suit jacket and withdrew a pistol, a Moracein (A Beretta M9). The ministers saw the gun and they panicked, but they did not know what to do. They just stood there. Makhinov then took out a suppressor and attached it to the gun. He aimed the Moracein at Anoshkin's forhead. There was a sudden burst of air. It had the distinct sound of a suppressed pistol being fired. Anoshkin fell to the ground. Makhinov then aimed the gun at Kozlovsky, who stepped back, whimpering. He begged for his life. Blood was splattered on the wallpaper as Kozlovsky fell to the ground. Nekrestyanov, who wanted to live, ran to the window but a bullet sliced through his chest. He fell to the ground, still alive. Dyuzhenkov did not know what to do. He was frozen to the spot. He wanted to run for the door but he knew he would be shot trying.
"P-.. p.. pl.." stuttered Dyuzhenkov, forming his hands into a praying shape. He got down on his knees and looked up to Makhinov. "P.." he said, still stuttering. Makhinov payed no attention to his begging. He had just made a shape with his hands anyway related to religion. Alexandria was strictly atheist. Makhinov pointed the tip of the silencer upon the forehead of Dyuzhenkov, who began to sob. "My wi- wife, my chil-" he was cut off. Blood splattered on the carpet and Dyuzhenkov fell to his left, his body slumped on the floor. Nekrestyanov began to whimper in pain. Makhinov walked over to his body which was shrivelled up in the corner of the room. Makhinov kicked his ribcage, causing Nekrestyanov to grunt. Makhinov continued to kick the body which was bleeding more and more ferociously. Nekrestyanov was horribly injured and was now being kicked to death. Exhausted and knowing he could not take anymore, he wanted to give up. He just could not though, but then the kicks stopped. Makhinov crouched down next to the battered body. He olaced his hands gently on his neck. Nekrestyanov made a whimper. That was the only sound he could make. He twisted his hands violently, snapping Nekrestyanov's neck. Nekrestyanov's corpse became motionless. Makhinov stood up. He could not have anyone influencing his politics. What had to be done had to be done.
Makhinov unattached the suppressor and pocketed it. He then placed the pistol in the holster within hid suit jacket and buttoned it up. He fixed his red tie and knocked calmly on the door. It was unlocked and the guard opened it for him. More guards filed into the room, placing the bodies in bags and carried them out inti the hallway which was now closed off. Cleaners then entered the room and did their job. They were told that there had been a nasty spillage of paint and that some ink had gotten onto the carpet. By the time the cleaners arrived, the bodies were no longer there.
Khrushchev returned at 11:00am that morning and when he stepped out of his private aircraft, Makhinov showed him the document. Khrushchev looked at the document carefully and pointed at Makhinov and accused him of being a fraud and a capitalist pig. Khrushchev then pushed Makhinov realising that his power had been stripped away from him in a plot to get rid of him. Makhinov was now the leader and he was just pushed. Bodyguards flung themselves at Khrushchev and tackled him to the ground and arrested him. Makhinov dismissed everyone and returned to Stravsya. His plot had succeeded.