"Alright." Leo paces back and forth out of earshot of the countries. "I need to go back to RTHQ and continue searching for Sapphire. Stay here, Persia." she commands. "Prove to me that you're worthy of an agent name. I want you to discover the relations between Confederacy and the others, then report back on your findings. This could be crucial information in regards to future expeditions into this realm. Understand?" Persia nods.
"Yes, Leo. I'll be your little spy. Then I can be a real agent, right?" Leo bites her lip.
"Um, sure. Just, don't screw this up. Or your next assignment will be deportation from my ranks." She opens a portal and steps through. Italy bounds up behind Persia, apparently having listened in on the whole conversation.
"You're a spy?" he asks. "You- you better not try anything! I'll tell Germany on you!" Persia raises her hand slightly and Italy freaks out. "Germany! The girl's a spy and she's going to hurt me!"
"Crap." Persia hisses under her breath. She opens her cell phone and dials Leo. "Leo! May day! Italy's panicking! And he's calling Germany! What do I do?!"
"What do you think you have powers for?!" TrailBlaiser barks from the other end. "Shut him up! Wits are your primary weapon, but magic works, too. You do have magic, right?" Persia tries to activate her powers, but it's been blocked by her home realm.
"Not really. They've been deactivated!" she cries.
"Well, sucks for you! Have fun being interrogated by Germany! Bye!" The line goes dead.
"Thanks Leo. Way to be helpful."
*magically switching back to L of Z*
"Zelda's missing?" Marissa asks. Link nods.
"Yes. And considering you two appear to be very powerful, I want you to accompany me on my search for her. On the surface." he explains. Wesley and Marissa exchange doubtful glances.
"Okay, we're in." Wes concludes. Link smiles and runs off to prepare for their journey.
"Are you crazy?!" Marissa screams. Wes rubs his temples.
"You're giving me a migraine." he complains. "And no, I'm not. Link is the story-line's protagonist, so following him is the logical step towards getting rescued. We have to make ourselves appear on TrailBlaiser's readings. RTHQ tracks the main characters so we know where to open out portals. If we stay near him, TrailBlaiser can find us faster. Make sense?" Marissa stares at him blankly. "Ugh, just go with it and don't break anything."
Showing posts with label Hetalia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hetalia. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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Leo to Deo
TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes. "Well duh! He's France!" Persia starts to cry. "Alright, alright. But, if you're going to act this way, there's no way you can be an agent." She rips open another portal to Hetalia. "Just follow my lead."
They flash into the debate again, this time France comes up to Leo. "Bonjour belle." he flirts to her. Leo smiles maliciously.
"Bonjour, you perverted, pathetic excuse for a country. It's nice to see that you aren't torn into pieces by the mob that overtook your capital and beheaded your royal family in a bloody massacre." she replies coolly. His face pales and he backs away slowly. Persia looks up at Leo in awe.
"That was awesome!" she squeals. "Way to shut him down!" Leo smirks and shrugs.
"Hey, when you pass AP World History, you learn a few things. Like the Napoleonic Wars were extremely violent and destroyed a large percentage of the French population. Not to mention, all the nobles were killed and basically a horrifying mob took over the country with a maniacal tyrant leading them." France sits down in the corner and sobs. "Yeah, you probably didn't want them all to know how weak you are... Poor little monsieur." England puts a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm impressed." he muses. "It takes a lot to shut him up. What's your name?" Leo smiles.
"Deo." she says calmly. "And I'm not a country. Yet, anyway. I'm to be discovered, well, founded really, in the early 21st century. I'm just here now because I can be." Persia tugs on Leo's sleeve.
"Uh, Leo, your name is not Deo." she whispers. Leo hushes her.
"I am introducing a future plot concept, don't bother me!" she hisses.
Sorry it's so short! I had little notice!
They flash into the debate again, this time France comes up to Leo. "Bonjour belle." he flirts to her. Leo smiles maliciously.
"Bonjour, you perverted, pathetic excuse for a country. It's nice to see that you aren't torn into pieces by the mob that overtook your capital and beheaded your royal family in a bloody massacre." she replies coolly. His face pales and he backs away slowly. Persia looks up at Leo in awe.
"That was awesome!" she squeals. "Way to shut him down!" Leo smirks and shrugs.
"Hey, when you pass AP World History, you learn a few things. Like the Napoleonic Wars were extremely violent and destroyed a large percentage of the French population. Not to mention, all the nobles were killed and basically a horrifying mob took over the country with a maniacal tyrant leading them." France sits down in the corner and sobs. "Yeah, you probably didn't want them all to know how weak you are... Poor little monsieur." England puts a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm impressed." he muses. "It takes a lot to shut him up. What's your name?" Leo smiles.
"Deo." she says calmly. "And I'm not a country. Yet, anyway. I'm to be discovered, well, founded really, in the early 21st century. I'm just here now because I can be." Persia tugs on Leo's sleeve.
"Uh, Leo, your name is not Deo." she whispers. Leo hushes her.
"I am introducing a future plot concept, don't bother me!" she hisses.
Sorry it's so short! I had little notice!
Persia's Mission?
"Ugh, I can't believe I'm about to do this but..." TrailBlaiser takes a deep breath. "Persia!" Persia pokes her head around the corner.
"Yes?' she asks. "What did I do wrong do?" TrailBlaiser looks away, as if it hurts her to speak.
"I... need.. your... help..." she spits out. Persia's face lights up.
"Yay! With what? A mission? Does that make me an agent now? Do I get an agent name finally? I'd like a cool name. Like, Timewhisper. That'd be so cool!" TrailBlaiser rubs her temples.
"You and Sapphire are the reasons I keep wine in the kitchen..." she mutters quietly.
"What?" Persia asks.
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" TrailBlaiser says quickly. "So, all my agents are either on a mission, with an apprentice, or working on our current... dilemma. Unfortunately, I'm in need of another agent. Normally, I'd use an agent-on-call, but I figured, you're here (and I want to get you to go away), so why not use you? I need you to go into the Hetalia Realm. The American Civil War was never featured in the anime, so I want you to check it out. Then come back and write a ten page essay on it." Persia nods.
"Okay, I can do that- wait what?! ESSAY?!" Persia gasps. TrailBlaiser hides a smile.
"Look, how am I gonna know if you learned anything without testing you? It was either this is a hundred question test. Short-answer, by the way. And make sure you cite at least twenty credible sources." Persia melts onto the floor in despair. "I'm kidding! I wouldn't read an essay if someone payed me..." She concentrates and blasts Persia with light, leaving Persia's clothes transformed into a frilly, pink dress with curled hair tucked into a bonnet. "There, don't you look cute?!" Persia examines her outfit and wrinkles her nose.
"I feel like Barbie threw up on me while having a seizure." she remarks. TrailBlaiser puts her hands on her hips.
"Look, it's to help you blend in. This is what the Confederacy girls wear. You'll do fine. And, if you succeed, I'll give you an agent name. Deal?" Persia nods. TrailBlaiser opens a portal. "Good luck. And, uh, tell Canada: DragonFyre says hi." She winks at Persia as the portal envelopes her.
"Yes?' she asks. "What did I do wrong do?" TrailBlaiser looks away, as if it hurts her to speak.
"I... need.. your... help..." she spits out. Persia's face lights up.
"Yay! With what? A mission? Does that make me an agent now? Do I get an agent name finally? I'd like a cool name. Like, Timewhisper. That'd be so cool!" TrailBlaiser rubs her temples.
"You and Sapphire are the reasons I keep wine in the kitchen..." she mutters quietly.
"What?" Persia asks.
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" TrailBlaiser says quickly. "So, all my agents are either on a mission, with an apprentice, or working on our current... dilemma. Unfortunately, I'm in need of another agent. Normally, I'd use an agent-on-call, but I figured, you're here (and I want to get you to go away), so why not use you? I need you to go into the Hetalia Realm. The American Civil War was never featured in the anime, so I want you to check it out. Then come back and write a ten page essay on it." Persia nods.
"Okay, I can do that- wait what?! ESSAY?!" Persia gasps. TrailBlaiser hides a smile.
"Look, how am I gonna know if you learned anything without testing you? It was either this is a hundred question test. Short-answer, by the way. And make sure you cite at least twenty credible sources." Persia melts onto the floor in despair. "I'm kidding! I wouldn't read an essay if someone payed me..." She concentrates and blasts Persia with light, leaving Persia's clothes transformed into a frilly, pink dress with curled hair tucked into a bonnet. "There, don't you look cute?!" Persia examines her outfit and wrinkles her nose.
"I feel like Barbie threw up on me while having a seizure." she remarks. TrailBlaiser puts her hands on her hips.
"Look, it's to help you blend in. This is what the Confederacy girls wear. You'll do fine. And, if you succeed, I'll give you an agent name. Deal?" Persia nods. TrailBlaiser opens a portal. "Good luck. And, uh, tell Canada: DragonFyre says hi." She winks at Persia as the portal envelopes her.
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