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Region: Dreams of Good Hope
(That is probably because in my stress I forgot to make a reply :P. Smooth Brain Aeri moment lol XD)
William hugged Kiki and kissed her head.
"I know it's rough...I know how...while I don't know how it feels for you, I know what it is like. It's hard, and goodness me it's harder for you because I'm just a stay-at-home dad while you're out there leading a whole country."
He nodded.
"While you may need to keep a level head out there...you don't need to pretend everything's ok at home. We'll still love and support you all the same; we'd be fools not to.
William kissed her once again.
"We'll help you throught this...and we'll support any decision you make to get through it."
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"Well not exactly, we'd probably still be able to keep them in check," Tsarina commented, "Simply because we're more experienced and skilled...but I suppose we should make them only use their powers in self defence; we don't need them psychically dominating anyone just because they were dating someone they didn't like, or because they have the hots for them, or because they think they're stupid."
"I thought you'd never ask," Kressidia said with a little chuckle, "Honestly it'd be very thankful, I'm tired of waking up with sand in my fur or hair; I'm not that well-versed in Tyramonian geography."
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With a deep breath, Vara stepped up to the door.
"I'm here, Harmony."
She looked to Erwin, and then looked down.
"I am sorry for lying to you. I was wrong, I was a fool for trying to deceive you. I'm sorry, Harmony. Will you let me explain myself?"
There was a painfully long silence, so long that Vara thought Harmony had just decided to ignore them, or perhaps teleported to some other location. Still, they waited. Eventually, the door opened just a smidge, and a solitary eye peaked out; it was red, and rested on a pale field stricken by the dampness of tears.
The door opened in its entirety and Harmony stood there having changed out of the dress into a pair of black pyjama pants with an accompanying top. Her hair was a mess and she had clearly been crying, however her red eyes looked at Vara with conflicting emotions of rage, sorrow and frustration.
"Come in." She said flatly.
Erwin nodded.
"I will depart for now, Vara, you know how to contact me."
Good luck, Came his encouragement into Vara's mind, It's always hard the first time.
With that Erwin left, and once Vara entered Harmony closed the door behind them. Harmony wandered over to her bed and lifted a sizeable plushy of a rather cute looking black dragon.
"Alright, let's hear it." Harmony said, her voice dripping with vitriol.
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"Well we aren't directly participating in the struggle," Spencer commented, "I...well...the last time I went toe to toe with my father I nearly died. But good foresight with the information though, although we could have used it to contact the Aerlanicans."
"We're more looking to get Ameli's help in assisting a friend, that's all." Alena commented. "Considering that there's no one with a lead in getting to Aerlanica, it looks like it'll stay that way for some time."
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"Oh so you're blaming the Royal Emperor now for not giving you proper resources?"
Nelly grabbed the scientist and lifted him off the ground.
"The Aerlanicans can build ships with nothing but scraps and terrible tools, and you mean to tell me the brightest minds of Tyramon can't manage a single telescope with thrice as much as an Aerlanican would need?"
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"They've gotten away with messing with me and Tyramon too much...we'll simply ensure they never, ever do anything like this ever again." Iblion coldly.
Which will be easy to enforce when they're all dead. Iblion privately quipped into Delegata's mind.
Iblion gently curled his fingers over Ameli's shoulder.
"How many souls do you think the Aerlanicans slew in this one country alone? From the biggest bear to the tiniest snail. You knew this land, I know you did. You saw it in its prime...how can you, the Sorcerer of Life, even consider supporting a nation whose history is one of war, one of death, one of destruction and slaughter."
He shook his head.
"How can you even suggest there is 'good' and 'bad' in this war?"
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(I don't mind, you tell me what to do. If you want it to work well we could make it cripple the Federation indefinitely and have them unable to even consider continuing the war proper.
From what I know with this thing, it's subtle, fast acting and irreversible, and even if it is there's too much risk to researchers to properly figure out what it is even with the Federation's knowledge of Psyhazards and Psychic abilities. Tyramon, Delegata, Iblion and the Primaeri remnants could win right here right now if you really wanted.)
