NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: This RP is a welcome back RP to Imitus VI, who was released from the prison after his trial proved him innocent of charge, Techon may now embrace its greatest leader again.)

The Palace sat on top of the hill, over looking the city, the hill was beautiful, a cobblestone path led from the city up through a beautiful tropical type forest, the gates were simple, made of steel, operated by a control room in the palace, security guards were every here and there among the enchanting garden. The main doors were that of wood, but the doorway, along with the entire palace, was marble, four pillars stood up at the top of the steps that led to the porch, and the door was between the middle two pillars.
Inside was the greeting room, and to the left was the living room, a giant room full of couches, and comfy chairs, with bookshelves among the wall. Servants walked around the room, with appetizers to the guests, there were several types of food including….

Little bread pieces
Barbequed Spicy Fish
Sarloin Piece
Smorgasbord

Sarloin is much like pork, only the pieces are smaller, a sarloin leg is as big as a chicken leg. The drinks include….

White Wine
Red Wine
Jack Spirit
Whiskey
Vodka

In the dining room along the table were a mass of different types of foods from everywhere, there were at least one hundred different types of meals. All in lines ready for the quest to eat, outside in the lawn were tables set up for the quests to dine on. At the pool the guests were welcome to go to the shower house to change into swim wear, and enjoy swimming, out past the lawn was the tennis court for guests to play tennis in, and even farther out was the 9 hole private golf course.
Inside the house several guests were already there, but several guests from all over were still coming, the party would last all day, starting at 7 AM, to 12 PM. Imitus VI was already in the living room chatting with guests, he had sent out letter to all national leaders from all nations to come and enjoy the party.

Emperor Leonidas XXI flashed white teeth as the corners of his mouth became lifted into an aching grin that still managed to be warm and cordial. He had never known being cordial could hurt so much. He ducked behind a pillar and used two fingers to make small circles on his jaw muscles and then went back out onto the battlefield. He knew he was at a happy occasion, and he shared the happiness of all the citizens welcoming back their leader. But he hated smiling.

The food was excellent, heated to perfection, perfectly spiced right down to every particle of seasoning. Imitus VI certainly is a great host, he thought to himself, sipping from a glass of red wine and explaining how important corporations were to a person he later realized was an ambassador to a Communist nation. He beat himself up about it for a few minutes and strolled into the lush garden, smelling a rose and looking for someone else to talk to.

Imitus walked from guest to guest, giving them his greetings, and thanks for coming. He looked out into the garden and saw Emperor Leonidas stolling through the garden, Imitus had managed to say hello to him, but he didn't get the chance to hold an actual conversation. Imitus guessed it could wait a little, because at the moment he was in the middle of the crowd thanking guests for coming. He had in one hand a glass of white wine, his hand had all sorts of family heirlooms on it, five rings total, three on the ring finger, one on the index finger, and one on the middle finger. He was very handsome man of twenty seven, being the youngest emperor of Imitus, but in the people's opinion, the best yet.
He was also single, still in search for a soul mate, he was one of those people who could just never quite find the right person, but he hand't given up, he was still in search for her. He took a sip of wine, the cool liquid refreshing his mouth and neck in a wave as it travelled down. He walked over to another guest, and greeted him.

Imitus.

Just the mention of the name brought Rend to the boiling point. It amazed him that people were celebrating the return of this criminal, and giving him the power he unjustly deserved. For years, the TLA (Techon Liberation Army) had fought a covert battle against the ruling class, to no visible effect. In fact, after the incarceration of Imitus, most of the "army" had disbanded, returning to their games and youthful carousing....except for Rend: this was a war that must be won, and the People needed a voice...and Rend fancied himself that voice.

He needed to get close to Imitus, and soon. The "Return of the Hero" party that was going on would be a perfect opportunity. He sent a message to his contact within the Technos aristocracy, a minor official who had no love for the Royal Family. The contact arranged for an invitation for Rend.

The emperor had never met Imitus VI in person until that exact moment. He regretted not being able to start a conversation with the man, but knew he was busy. The ruler of Techon was undoubtedly more happy than he looked. He had been freed from prison, cleared of charges, and able to return to his home nation, where he could lead his people once again. Any man would be happy. Prison could not have been a pleasant experience, but all the better reason for one to be ecstatic once one is out. But he did not show happiness. He looked weary. Perhaps that was how he always appeared. But perhaps not. Did he consider the nation a burden? Leonidas had never actually seen him up until now, but he did not look like a man who had just left prison and cleared his name. Of course, the emperor had heard stories of the army. He had heard them called terrorists and patriots, but rumors like that surrounded all nations. Undoubtedly, there were conversations in hushed whispers regarding a liberation army in Leonidas' nation. But such things were far from truth. It was exaggeration, no doubt. It had to be.

Wearing his fathers dated formal clothes, Rend looked somewhat out of sorts with the rest of the assembled dignitaries. He noticed many sidelong glances being cast his way, and he returned them with a steely resolve. Rend made the mistake of drinking 3 champagne coolers in a row, and was now feeling a little tipsy, and very beligerant.

He approached the dais where Imitus was holding court. He looked at the man, the MONSTER, and felt a surge of anger well up within him yet again. The reception line stretched out of the room, and there was no way that he could wait to get Imitus. He decided to wait close by the stage, hoping to find the right moment to make his move. In the meantime, he had another few drinks...

Imitus looked at rend, and oh how did he recognize him. Rend worked for Hayyes, who was the evil corrupt dictator, who plotted against Imitus and eventually overthrew him in the time of crisis, oh the mistake that had happened. Imitus had gone off to CoreWorlds alone to aid his ally Tenchi Masaki against the demon threat, meahwile when he was gone, the Xan laid attack to one of Techon's planets and took it over.
Hayyes used this to make it seem Imitus abandoned his country to get away from the threat. So when Imitus came back to Techon, the citizens were outraged.
But during his trial his three loyal Intelligence Officers had managed to collect enough data on Hayyes to prove he was the one who was the betrayer, and he and his group, the TLA, were put under rest.
Rend had been on of the TLA who escaped, but Imitus's officers had still kept an eye on him.
And now he was here...
Imitus was lucky enough to be expertly skilled in training with Katanas, and happened to has his at his side.

Rend was weaving, drunker than he'd ever been. He had been slapped once by a serving girl who had SUCH a squeezable fanny, and had spilled caviar on his now-stained shirt. One eye was almost closed, and he giggled to himself happilly. He was convinced that he had the truth, and that his role in the great scheme of life was to bring the TRUTH to the people...if only he could remember what the truth was.

Then he saw Imitus glaring at him, and it all came back in a rush. Traitor! he yelled in his mind, fantasizing of jumping on the stage and revealing Imitus to be the treacherous coward that he was, before lopping off his head and becoming a national hero. He decided the time to act was NOW, and he turned towards the dais...the sudden movement caused a surge of dizziness in his brain, and he realized that being the peoples champion would have to wait until after he had spewed his guts out.

Holding his hand over his mouth, Rend ran for the lavatory.

Imitus continued to greet guests, but warned the security.
Soon enough three secret service men, including former Tenchi Masaki guard Jack Blake, had their guns facing the bathroom door, Jack had two Desert Eagles, another guard had a sawed off shotgun, and the third had two Uzis.

When hot vomit flows through your nostril, it etches a memory that is so vivid, every time you think about it, you taste it. Think about it. Taste it? Rend decided he would try and forget the last 9 minutes of his life.

Staring at himself in the large gilded mirror that hung from the marble wall, Rend was shocked by the white-faced, baggy eyed madman that stared back at him. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear his mind of the alcohol-induced cobwebs that cluttered his thought processes. The water was not succeeding.

Rend sat down suddenly, pressing his back against the cool, hard marble. With a trembling hand he lit a small, hand-rolled cigarette and took a few tentative draws, choking slightly on the first. He took a few more puffs then flicked it in the adjoining toilet. He stood up and looked again in the mirror. He looked a little more human now.

In his current state, the would-be freedom fighter realized that any attempt to bring justice to the people would be doomed to failure. The people WOULD be avenged...but the people would have to wait. Rend decided that the best idea would be to go back out to the party, and enjoy the free food, liberal libations and the FINE looking ladies-in-waiting. A party is a party!

Assuring himself he looked as good as it gets, Rend made for the door. As he smoothed his coat out, he realized that he still had a weapon on him. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a stylish stainless steel pen. Mixed with the ink was a poison that Rend himself had created. Having no access to high-end chemicals, he had been forced to use whatever he could find lying around his apartment, or what he could salvage from the dump. The poison was a fast-acting paralyzing agent that killed the body quickly, while keeping the brain alive to the very end...Imitus would watch himself die...slowly.

At least, thats what he HOPED the poison would do...there was also a good chance the poison would just give Imitus very bad gas. Opening the pen, Rend took the small ink capsule and tossed it in a toilet, watching the gel dissolve, and the ink dissipate before flushing the remainder away. Now he was ready to hit the dance floor, and Rend was pleasantly surprised that he suddenly felt MUCH better. With a smile on his face, the young man headed for the door.

The three saw the door open, and Jack was on it, he kicked the man in the stomach, and smacked him against the back of the head with the pistol.

Rend wasn't sure why he was bending over, but he was, and it hurt. Just as he realized with shock that he had been hit, the hard butt of the security man's gun crashed into the base of his head, bringing his party to a sudden, grinding halt. Rend crumpled to the floor in a battered heap.

(OOC: This is getting a little offtopic but hey he started it)

The three security guards brought him off to a cold dark room and tied him to a chair
They then left, and the three Intelligence officers came to do their buisness.

<<Well, no one else was doing much, so I thought some comedic relief might spice this up...Rend is a bumbling fool. Don't take him TOO seriously...>>

He swam in darkness, smiling at the birds and bunnies who skipped through the forest in his mind. Rend liked it here, it was warm and fuzzy. He danced and hopped with the wood-sprite in leather, and drank deep of the crystal clear river. Suddenly, the river jumped at him...

...and he awoke, sputtering from the cold water that had been dumped on him. He was in a small, windowless room, firmly secured to a metal chair. He saw his captors leave the room and then Rend was alone, a dull ache coming from his skull, the result of too many champagne coolers and the sudden introduction of hard steel to the back of his head.

He looked around the cell, and realized that he'd been busted. He swallowed nervously, and tried without success to untie himself. He stopped moving when he heard the door unlocking, and 3 of the largest, scariest men he had ever seen entered the room. Rend felt a wetness begin to spread in his pants, and his lower lip began to tremble. He began to wish he had just stayed home....

Jedi Master Tenchi Masaki definitely took the time to attend the party and brought some of his grandchildren, though Andrew was too busy running the space country.
He noticed a little alteraction, and decided to talk to Imitus.
"Hello Imitus, It has been a while." He said, sneaking behind the leader of Techon.

OOC: He looks much like Yosho, down to the glasses and grey ponytail.

Imitus turned his head slightly, he did not need vision to tell who it was.
"Tenchi Masaki, it indeed has been a long time, the last time I saw you I beleive was before I was considered a traitor," Imitus whispered back.

Meanwhile with Rend, the intelligence officers looked him over.
"Mr. Rend, how nice of you to drop in, as you can see we hae things under situation and your failed assasination has been fixed," One said. "You are no longer a threat."

"Ass..assa...a...ME?" sputtered the hapless, would-be terrorist "ummm...guys, listen, I think you have the wrong guy...I'm just here for the free booze...heh."

Rend looked at the dangerous security man, and gave him his most cherubic and innocent smile. He looked like a wet rat with diahrea.

"I mean...c'mon, I don't have any weapons, and I DID have an invitation...guys?"

The guards were nonplussed, and one stepped towards him, raising his hand as if to strike.

"Wait! WAIT! Ok, ok...listen...a long time ago I might have been slightly sympathetic to the TLA, but I was young and stupid, and now...well, I'm older and less stupid. I believe in the rightful reign of Imitus...no really, I do!!"

Rend looked at each of them, his eyes pleading.

"Guys...ya gotta believe me!!"

The three looked at each other, none of them had actual names, for identity would ruin their career, they had personal names, and ID tags, the leader was Cobra, second in command Viper, and third Raven.
They each had on black suits, and sunglasses, then they all smiled and laughed.
"Of course you do," Viper said, as he walked over next to him, still smiling.
He looked him in the eye, then his face turned emotionless, and he held out a laptop computer in his hands, the room was silent.
"Tell me what this is," He said.
And down played the chat Rend had with someone else over the internet.
"The other person you were talking to was me Rend," Raven said, smiling, his pure white teeth glimmering. "We have the whole chat down, everything from you making the poisons, to the actual planning."

"Indeed. I remember all the hubris about it. We condemned it, if you remember, but it's still good to see you again. What happened here, anyway?"

"What do you mean? What happened when they arrested me? Or what happened while I was aiding you in the battle against the demons?" Imitus asked.

"Those two, and also, what was the commotion just now?"

"I will start with the past first, when I was in CoreWorlds aiding you, the Xan had ambushed one of our planets off on the corner of Techon space. The planet was completely wiped out, Hayyes, who had been planning against me, had used this to make the public think I forsaw this coming, and left," Imitus explained. "Which was false, and so when I came back I was overthrown and sent to jail. After trial my three agents, Cobra, Viper, and Raven, proved Hayyes wrong. So I was brought back, and just now the last of Hayyes's fanatic group the TLA was here obviously attempting to assasinate me. Everything is under control now," He lowered his voice and looked around. "But I do have something I wish to talk to you about."

Master Tenchi noticed the change in Imitus' voice and nodded. "Alright. Fire away."

Imitus looked around, and then brought Tenchi outside, the two of them walked over to the garden, and Imitus started talking.
"I know it is odd, that they throw this welcome home party for me, but I am planning on giving my farewell speech today at this party," Imitus said. "I am stepping down from position of Emperor, these last years have been hard and I think I shall not live much longer, and if I do die soon, I want to spend my last years in my cottage off on the tropical island of Goz on my home planet Jordia."

"Hmm. I, too am feeling the ravages of age. It won't be long before we both give way to the younger generation." Tenchi smiled. "I'm still invaluable to the High Council, but I have long since completed my active role, though I do make diplomatic trips from time to time."

Imitus laughed. "It is odd how fate plays out, the first twenty years of my life I was destined to be the emperor of Techon, then my father stepped down, and I took over. Seven years later my father dies, and I am imprisoned, sixty years pass and I am finally let out. And right once I get out do I want to step down."
He looked out over the capital city, and frowned. "Out of all my time as emperor, what good have I done for them?"

Rend's face turned a pastier shade of white, and he swallowed rapidly as he tried to think straight.

"Chat room? That was you? Frag, I thought you were a chicka! Listen, I was just trying to impress her...you...uhmmm...y'know, strutting around and pretending I was a badass terrorist...I was looking to get laid, not kill the Wise and Great Imitus!"

Rend looked at the three security agents...in his mind he named them Larry, Moe and Curly...he wasn't quite sure why, but it seemed right. He spoke to the one called Moe:

"This is all a mistake really...if you would be so kind as to let me go, I promise I'll just leave right away and go home, and allow you boys to get back to work. Please?"

Viper smiled his wicked smile, his two vampire teeth showing easily. "Oh of course we are going to let you go, but first we have some unattended buisness to take care of."
He walked over and cut Rend loose. "Follow us"
They pushed him along down a long dim lighted unwelcoming hallway.

Imitus laughed. "It is odd how fate plays out, the first twenty years of my life I was destined to be the emperor of Techon, then my father stepped down, and I took over. Seven years later my father dies, and I am imprisoned, sixty years pass and I am finally let out. And right once I get out do I want to step down."
He looked out over the capital city, and frowned. "Out of all my time as emperor, what good have I done for them?"

"Hmm. What are you going to do? I notice that you don't seem to have any successors." Tenchi said.

Imitus looked at Tenchi, and sighed, he had no son or daughter to take over. His older brother was very aged, and he and his wife never had any children, his younger brother however, Archilles, had three sons, and one of those sons had a son.
"Marthius Kai Imitus," Imitus said.

Tenchi search his memory for the family line of Imitus (probably isn't much of a secret). "Your grand-nephew? How old is the boy?"

Rend was pretty happy he had no liquids left in him, because when Moe showed off his huge fangs, the young man wanted to wet himself. Again. Before he could say anything, he was being frog-marched down a dimly lit corridor. Larry and Curly were dragging him unceremoniously along the wet and rocky floor, and Moe was just...smiling.

"ALright, ALRIGHT, wait...listen guys, I'll tell you the real reason I'm here; to finally meet my father...and IMITUS IS MY FATHER!!!"

Rend didn't think the three stooges would believe him for a second, and of course, he didn't believe it himself...oh sure, his mother HAD worked in the Palace for many years before Rend had been born, and she had been a pretty hot little number in her day, and she did used to tell baby Rend that his absent daddy was a great warrior and hero, and a leader of people....but, nah, there was no way that Rend would ever be that lucky.

The stooges never broke a step, and continued to drag Rend down the hall.

They didn't show any emotion, what was this boy rambling about? Imitus, his father?
They would have to do a DNA check, they brought him to the lab, and plopped him down on a table, and chained his arms and legs, as well as head.

bump

Fear was not a word strong enough to do justice to what Rend was feeling now. Larry and Curly had thrown him on top of cold slab of cement, pitted and cracked and stained with what seemed to be...blood. Spread-eagled and manacled, Rend began to weep quietly to himself. Really, all he ever wanted was to be cool. He never wanted to REALLY hurt anyone, and in the end, he didn't hate Imitus...

As the tears started to flow, Rend made his peace with God.

"Lets do this," Cobra said.
Raven walked over to Rend, and smirked, he held up a needle, and brought it down quick, but slowed down a great deal before it hit the skin, he carefully put it in, and drew out some blood.

The moment the needle hit his skin, Rend mercifully passed out.

Raven shook his head, and took out the needle, he walked over to the DNA scanner, and slid it in.
"Only time will tell now," He said.

"I...I don't beleive it..." Raven started as he looked at the screen.
"What is it?" Cobra asked walking over to him.
"Well as you know, the Imitus family line are of the ancients of Techon, they have a unique DNA code," Raven said.
"Yes, how they 'ascend' after they die and such," Cobra said.
"Yes, well it appears, Rend's DNA has a trace of this unique DNA strand, it is not fully complete, but he has part of it," Raven said.
"So what, Rend is Imitus's son?" Viper asked.
"I don't know if he is his son, but he is a family member to Imitus," Raven said.
All three of them looked at Rend.
"When he wakes up we will have some questions for him," Cobra said.

It was a happy place, all pink and warm with violins dancing in the wind...Rend floated above it, within it, and tasted the sweet, sweet smell of freedom. He liked it here, and thought it would be a great place to retire to...with that thought came black clouds and driving rain, and a crash of thunder that tore the would-be terrorist from his safe womb-world.

Rend's eyes fluttered open, hoping beyond hope that he would be in his own lumpy bed...

...the real nightmare began when he saw the staring faces of Larry, Moe and Curly.

"Hi guys...urmm...I guess there's not much chance of me getting some breakfast in bed, huh?"

"No," Cobra said, taking a bite out of a chewy bar. "We do however have some questions for you."
"Yes, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way," Viper added.

Rend replied quickly:

"Oh, easy is good for me, yup, easy is just fine...ok? Say it with me, boys...EASY."

He wondered if they had the same definition of "easy" as he did. Rend didn't really think so.

"Hmm. I do suppose Marticus is a bit young to be running a country right now, although I ruled well when I was 18." Tenchi stroked his chin. "Perhaps some training would teach him how to rule with respect and justice."

Rend replied quickly:

"Oh, easy is good for me, yup, easy is just fine...ok? Say it with me, boys...EASY."

He wondered if they had the same definition of "easy" as he did. Rend didn't really think so.
"Alright, the easy way," Cobra said, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at Rend's head. "Who are you really?"

"Hmm. I do suppose Marticus is a bit young to be running a country right now, although I ruled well when I was 18." Tenchi stroked his chin. "Perhaps some training would teach him how to rule with respect and justice."

"Yes I do suppose so," Imitus said. "But he is the only one that we know of."

The barrel was cold and hard, and currently pressed against Rend's left temple. THe feeling was not pleasant.

"I told ya already...my name is Rend Shredly...I...I...I'm just a guest here, looking for some free eats..."

The three stooges did not look convinced, and Rend could see Curly's finger slowly whitening as he applied pressure on the trigger of his big weapon. Rend swallowed quickly, not knowing what else to say.

"Tell me," Cobra said. "Who are your parents?"

"My parents? Uhmm, well my ma was Lennea Shredly, bless her soul. I never knew who my pa was...and my ma never told me who he was neither." Rend felt a little sad at the thought, for having a father was something he had always missed. He forgot for a moment that he had a large gun pointed at him. He continued speaking.

"When I was kid, and I was sad or scared, my momma used to tell me about my daddy...she said he was a great hero, and a leader of men. That's why I said I was the King's son before, but I didn't mean it...and I'm sorry, really...I just wanna go home."

He ended with a sigh, tired and ready to give up. If he ever got out of here alive, Rend vowed to quit the terrorist business once and for all. That job at McBurgers sounded good right about now. MmmmMmmm, burgers.

Rend waited patiently, and wondered why Larry, Moe and Curly were staring at him without saying anything. He had told them the truth, and didn't know what else to say or do. He smiled at the three stooges, but got no reaction. His fingers and toes were numb from the tight knots that bound him, and he was burning with thirst. The vampires were like statues...big, pale, fanged, blood-sucking statues. Rend needed to get their attention, get untied and get OUT as fast as possible.

"Uh...guys? HallllllllooooOOOOoooo?"

"Very well," Cobra said putting his Desert Eagle away. "We will be back soon."

The seconds turned to minutes, the minutes turned to hours, the hours turned to days and the days turned to forever. Rend was in incredible pain by now, the tight restraints cutting into his bruised flesh. Soon, his bladder would decide that it didn't enjoy being so full, and release the flood gates.

Even though they were probably going to kill him, Rend hoped the Three Stooges would come back soon.

They came back.

"Alright here is the deal...it turns out you are the son of Imitus," Cobra said. "I guess your mother soothed Imitus into a spot where..well we don't need to talk about that."

Sometimes, getting what you wished for can throw you for a loop. Moments after thinking about them, Larry, Moe and Curly returned. The news they had just told him was shocking, ridiculous and unbelievable. If...and that was a mighty big if...this was true, Rend was no longer an angst-ridden, pimply-faced, terrorist-wannabee...now, he was His Royal Majesty, The Once and Future King, Master of All He Surveys, Grand Poobah of Power, Prince Rend the Magnificent!

Or not. He smiled at the stooges, and spoke hesitantly.

"I guess that means y'all work for me now...howzabout you untie me so I can take a Royal pee?"

"You aren't emperor yet young one," Cobra said. "You still have a good five years of training."

He, of course, didn't believe a word that Moe said. This whole "son of the emperor" thing was too crazy to be true, and probably just some weird interrogation technique. Nonetheless, Rend decided that his best bet was to just follow along.

"Five years, huh? Well, I don't think I can hold my bladder THAT long!"

<<OOC: Tech, if you want to drop this thread, just let me know.>>

IC:

"No, really guys...I GOTTA pee!" whimpered Rend, his legs crossed and a look of exasperation on his face.

Cobra snickered. "Fine. Don't wet your pants, but we'll be watching, so no funny stuff."

He undid the restraints and nodded for Viper to escort the kid to the restroom, which wasn't exactly lemony fresh.

He had a lot of time to think about the state of current events as he emptied his bladder in a torrent. Unfortunately, Rend was too busy saying "AhhhhHhh" to think clearly. After the initial downpour, his situation began to crystallize for him, and he reviewed the night's events as best he could.

1) Rend had come to the party to assasinate Imitus, or at least give him bad gas.

2) Rend got drunk, reconsidered things and went to vomit.

3) On exiting the bathroom, he was taken into custody by a trio of security vampires that Rend had named Larry, Moe and Curly.

4) Upon testing his blood, it was discovered that Rend may be related to Imitora, in fact, maybe even his son.

5) Rend had to pee badly. Real badly.

6) Now what?

He had no idea what to do: there were no windows in the bathroom, and no other exit unless he wanted to stuff himself into a commode and flush himself to freedom. Rend had a thought, one of the few that didn't involve topless women, that brought a chill to his already frightened soul. What if the vampires didn't WANT to let Imitus or anyone else know that Rend existed? Even if they did tell Imitus, who's to say HE would want me either, thought Rend, panic rising like bile in his throat.

He had no choice though...and he couldn't stay in here forever. Rend walked to the door, opening it hesitantly before stepping out into the unknown.

1) Rend had come to the party to assasinate Imitora, or at least give him bad gas.

(OOC: I only see one problem, Imitoria was never here, you spelled Imitoria wrong, and how can you assasinate an entire country? lol, btw I want to know why someone else posted for me


Cobra snickered. "Fine. Don't wet your pants, but we'll be watching, so no funny stuff."

He undid the restraints and nodded for Viper to escort the kid to the restroom, which wasn't exactly lemony fresh.


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...I never typed that)

Weird.

Someone know your password?

(OOC: Yeah, CoreWorlds told me he did it, he is my nations caretaker)

<<OOC: Ah. Cool. So...we still doing this?>>

(OOC: I dunno, I am just gonna say Rend gets put up for training)