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Region: Eientei Gensokyo
The Child held his breath as he heard soft footsteps. Upon seeing a human figure, the child would relax somewhat as he would creak the closet door open. "Vo ist Mama?" he asked softly. The boy couldn't be older than 7 from how small he was with his blue eyes looking at Cooper. he looked up with tears clearly flowing from his eyes. he was scared, as one would expect from a child. confused and lost they boy naively took a few steps forward and spoke softly, thinking Cooper was one of them in innocence. "Du- Du unu- unum koraja bellieger rikt? Voll du helfst mik finde mein Mama?"
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The tank divisions would make their way to a trench line on the outskirts of the main city of Midteshima. The tanks would halt as the tank commander stood up and shouted for the infantry onboard to give their rendezvous to someone of higher rank. "Alright girl scouts! Listen up," the commander shouted as he sat down on the hood of his tank turret. "you are being deployed here in this trenchline. you are find Major General Oskar Winfal, not Windfall, Winfal. Make sure you all still have your dance partners because the Major General is wanting to put up one hell of a show. now move it you dogs!"
The infantry began to dismount the tanks as they carried their equipment to the trenchline in a line formation. the trench was crowded with a mixture of Regiments that were seemingly order originated and the ones from the forgien conscripts who were originally here for a better life to find themselves in hell. screaming sounds of static could periodically be heard as the group kept moving. There was a grim expression on some of the faces of the regular forces, a face that was similar to the tank commander's from earlier.
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The man listened to Illys' offer. at this point there was nothing left to lose, only gain from this point. Masoperderm was under extreme oppression- no, undergoing full on extermination of the human race that belonged to the order. Just as he breathed in to speak his answer his eyes darted down to see the rising mass of shadow form in the figure of a man. instinctively he spat out his cigarette as he slinged his rifle off his shoulders and took several steps back. he aimed his rifle at the man as he held his finger on the trigger guard. seeing the other two figures he'd back another few steps as he placed the face guard that was dangling over his helmet.
"what the Hell is going on?! who are you?!" he turned to Illys', his voice somewhat in a panic "friend of yours?"
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Summer's eye twitched as she saw what seemed to be sorcery. her eyes heavily focused on the tissue as if studying it. she snapped back into reality and turned to Lumei and asked her burning questions. "Lumei, I mean not to be rude, as that is the last thing i want to be. But what is Fleshcrafting, from what it sounds like, it seems... morbid to say the least. and it'd be hard to convince the populace otherwise if we return that its nothing to be concerned with. Order citizens are very superstitious when it comes to... the word is magic right? we call it trollisken."
she sighed as she smiled at the girl as to reassure her that Summer wasnt upset. "I'm glad you shared that with us little one, but I think shes too little to play with that just yet. she's dum dum right now and could choke on that. Thank you again."
Summer sighed as she stood up. "The superstition with Trollisken is... relatively new. When my husband was still the Prinz- I'm sorry, Prince under his father Heinrich III. It's a lengthy tale."
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